…SO WHY IT IS CALLED THAT?
William A. Gralnick
A little something to cool things off chez vous.
Leafing through the Jewish Journal, the article almost leaped into my lap. It was all about the egg cream. But not yet. At about age nine, I had earned the privilege of walking the neighborhood alone. One day, down to Avenue H and Rugby I went, crossing the street, making a left, and making a beeline for Lou and Al’s candy store. How well I remember it.
Push open the glass door, step down three steps. To the left was a big wooden box, divided by glass…