We lived in Yorkville until 1940, at which point we moved into the St. Albans neighborhood of Queens.

We had a strong relationship with Walter Brown, and felt that he was the best owner in the league.

Race wasn't an issue. My family was French, but Yorkville was a melting pot of races and cultures.

It also didn't take me long to decide that Tri-Cities wasn't for me, and that I wasn't going to go there to play basketball.

I grew up in the heart of the Depression.

The MVP award was very satisfying in terms of personal accomplishments, but the championship was the most important thing of all.

I dribbled by the hour with my left hand when I was young. I didn't have full control, but I got so I could move the ball back and forth from one hand to the other without breaking the cadence of my dribble. I wasn't dribbling behind my back or setting up any trick stuff, but I was laying the groundwork for it.