“In the front of the house at 97 Orchard Street, at the stoop, we used to play hopscotch and kicking the can. Sometimes we’d sit on the stoop. Watching the peddlers load up their carts was an amazing thing to me. My brother and I, we used to watch this one man. He had this ritual of singing what he had on the cart, and the prices. People going up and down, walking through the street shopping. This is what I think of when I think of Orchard Street.”