During the mid-to-late 1970s and the beginning of the 1980s, this book is a
reflection on a life lived on the streets of Northeast Philadelphia, but this is
not just my story. This book is a chronicle of true stories, with a place, a
time, and a community. This book is a testament to the raw, unfiltered
lessons that were learned on asphalt and concrete and through the joyous
collaboration of childhood games and family work ethics. The experiences
within these pages are a testament to the idea that the greatest education
often happens far outside of a classroom.
The sciences of biology, chemistry, physics, engineering, industrial hygiene,
and sustainability, as well as math, statistics, art, teaching, and psychology,
are all incorporated into this story. The principles of mnemonics are also
woven into the narrative to demonstrate how these lessons are
remembered and have a lasting impact. This story, moreover, is a vivid
tapestry created by the five human senses, where every sight, sound,
touch, smell, and taste becomes an unforgettable, lasting imprint.
Also included are the critical skills of decision-making, team collaboration,
project management, problem-solving, and creativity, all of which are a part
of a variety of leadership roles. The lessons learned here were as essential
as those inspired by the city's heroic firefighters and police officers. In
addition, lessons are learned from the diligent work and dedication of
construction and engineering teams and gardeners during intense
emergency events and weather-impacted projects and agile
methodologies.
Welcome to a world defined by inspiration, rhythm, work ethic, and pride.
This story is an invitation to step back in time to a specific block in
Northeast Philadelphia to experience a childhood shaped by the changing
seasons, the unwritten rules of the streets, and the enduring bonds of
family and community. This story is where street legends begin and where
you will discover the power of resilience, creativity, and community to shape
a fulfilling life. There was a time when the streets themselves were our
playground, and on one of those long summer afternoons, the bottle caps
began to fly...
