The Old Neighborhood

The Old Neighborhooda teeming, roughhewn paradise of saloons, burlesque houses, factories, funeral parlors, chinese laundries, fire stations, heroes and harridans-- this was the brooklyn of his youthIt's There in "the halls of memory," like some old, old map of a lost world which still exudes a faint odor of musk. It's a world without dimensions, constantly in process of becoming, constantly undergoing transmogrification. When I picture myself astir in it I see a little boy with eyes o...