My aunt lived in the apartment building on the corner of Lorillard and 187th. Dion and his pals, who went to school with my cousin, used to sing on the corner. My aunt was very proud of the fact that she often dumped pots of water on their heads on Sunday nights. She used to say that they wanted to sing under her window all night like a bunch of bums, but she had to get up for work in the morning!