1917 Walton Avenue is but a memory now. That building was bulldozed many years ago, as were so many others in the Bronx. I passed by that place where it stood on the #4 train only last week. Standing, I peered through the window, remembering. Faces....clips of my movie occupied my thoughts till the 59th street station..... Climbed those stairs millions of times.... Played stick ball on that street.... Drank egg creams in the candy store down the block..... Sweat through those East Coast hell summers..... Froze in same place winter.
A fenced basketball court now occupies that spot.....other souls now walk there.