I won the city scoring championship as a senior.

I grew up in the heart of the Depression.

We lived in Yorkville, which is located on the East End of Manhattan. It's further east than Hell's Kitchen, and back then it was the kind of place where the roaches and cockroaches were big enough to carry away small children.

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

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.

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

There were riots in just about every game we played with Syracuse.