PORTFOLIO SIX:
PROSPECT HEIGHTS
The store hasn't been touched.
My friend, who was in the same electronics business like me, died. And they closed the store with all his stuff inside. . . . He was a cricketer in the West Indies, and his friends, who were his old cricketers, they always used to meet every Thursday, around that table—have their drink. Two years ago, he passed away—they still meet every Thursday afternoon—still the same way.
He went to the hospital for a checkup and they found something, and they operated—and when they operated, he died.
See, everything's still here. The store hasn't been touched. If I need anything, I'm short of anything, instead of buying it, I get it from him.
We used to have a club upstairs.
Dixon's Bike Shop, 792 Union Street
Dixon's Bike Shop is one of the only places in New York you can buy a big-wheel bicycle. Still working. And he rides it too!
David: Remember, you had one like this! Oh! The green Dawes! Them guys joking all the while talking about all you guys used to ride back in the day, and Neville and him Dawes bicycle!
Lester: That's the sprinter! With the Dawes! No one could mess with Neville's Dawes! Nobody could touch it!
Neville: Yes. Yes. I still have it! I still got it! And I won't part with it. I used to store it away, and then I went to the supermarket, and somebody steal it! And a couple of days afterward, it appeared at the supermarket, and I got it back—it had a flat!
We used to have a club upstairs, and we all formed a band! We used to play together. [I played] percussions. And bass guitar. We had a bass guitar, missing the strings, and we strung it with wire, and we still used to play it like that—missing a couple of strings.
Oh, yes, we used to go to the park, and ride. I was on my Dawes, and these guys all wanted to beat me, but . . . never!