Those summer visits just after the decade of the 60’s began was more about being smothered with attention which I so felt I lacked at home than anything else. I was the eldest and only boy and by that time 3 of my 4 sisters were alive and this was my way to as it were get away from it all. And the Woodside-Greenpoint sojourns were just what the doctor ordered.
Sometimes my father would drop me off in Queens or as he felt I could manage it he let me take the LIRR to Woodside station and trek the 5 blocks to Grandma’s house. I loved the independence of that ride and when it came to traveling to Greenpoint later in the week I took the GG subway from 65th Street to Nassau Avenue in Brooklyn on a 15 cent token ride. When I would emerge from that hole in the ground and walked but one block to turn the corner on Manhattan Avenue I would love the smell of the subway below that rushed my olfactory nerve up through the black iron gratings. I could never figure out what was so pleasant about it but it was one of the biggest anchors that reminded me heaven was just a few steps away.