Fifty-eight years ago as a 7-year-old I remember my mother taking me to New York City to see the Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall. Back then it was a trek to get there from Westchester County, N.Y., especially for us since my dad used the car for work and mom didn’t have a driver’s license.
We would take advantage of a snow day in December to trudge into the city. We lived on the summit of Heights Drive in Yonkers, which was interesting for two reasons. Although our home was a mere half-mile from Route 100, the main thoroughfare to the Bronx via the Number 20 bus. To get there, we had to walk from our house down what was affectionately known as “Snake Hill,” a steep and sinuous road with no sidewalks.