Ya gotta understand, for a kid who grew up in Brooklyn, in the 1950s, being a talking head in a documentary is, just, wow! Who would've thought, ya know? I was just a street kid back then, playing stickball, causing trouble, now here I am on TV. Ya gotta understand, I add a bit of blue collar — what's the word – ah, integrity to the proceedings. Sure, I'm educated — City College, class of '67, as a matter of fact — but next to these stuffy intellectual types, I'm a welcome dose of relatability. Waxin' intellectual in a Ken Burns documentary, ya gotta understand, it's like… like being Elvis or being Frankie Valley, if you're a kid who grew up in Brooklyn, in the 1950's. Did I mention that I lived just down the street from Dodger great Gil Hodges? True story.

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