I grew up in Brooklyn, in the days and nights of Louie-Louie, when men were men and women knew their place. When the guys in my neighborhood weren't hanging out on the stoop singing do-wop versions of Louie-Louie on nice Summer evenings, we spent thoseevenings telling each other great lies about our magnificent deeds of daring-do, invincibility, and courage. When a guy had guts, we said he had balls. Way back then, most of the girls just sighed, smiled knowingly at each-other, and giggled a little. At least I think that's what they did. I'm not sure because most of the Brooklyn girls in those days had something much more powerful than balls. They had beauty...in their soft summer sweaters and skirts. Yes, soft Summer sweaters and skirts. That's how Brooklyn girls dressed in those days...and nights. And now I can tell you...all these years later...that their beauty scared the hell out of us. All of us. Including me. Hear me out on the podcast please.
