We lived in NYC in Manhattan on 130 something street, in a three-story brownstone that housed many of my relatives. At this time I was not yet five years old. When we lived in this neighborhood I had not yet started school and I started kindergarten at five. By the time I went to school we had moved to another neighborhood.

On the corner of 130 something and Amsterdam was a combination Pharmacy and Soda Fountain store. Mister owned it.

He was a Jewish man and could not get my immature tongue around his name so I just called him Mister.

The building my family lived in was on the same side of the street, three buildings east of Amsterdam that ran north and south. Mister was a dapper little old man maybe in his late sixties. In the winter his uniform at the pharmacy besides his white pharmacy overcoat was a flannel checkered shirt, with matching vest, tie, slacks and well polished penny loafers in black or brown depending on the color combination of the day. He had beautiful skin, with rosy cheeks, blue eyes, rimless round bifocal spectacles, resting on the tip of his nose. He smelled like Allspice. The top of his head was shiny and bald with a pure white fringe of abundant shiny hair around the sides of his head. He also had beautiful white teeth. Today, I wonder if the teeth were false. He always had a big smile and a warm welcoming handshake for anyone who came into his store.

我们原来住在纽约市曼哈顿一幢好像是位于130号街的三层的赤褐色砂石建筑里，我的好多亲戚都住在那。当时我还不到5岁。我们住在那的时候我还没上学，因为我是5岁才开始上幼儿园的。我上学后我们就搬到其他社区住了。

130号街和阿姆斯特丹街的拐角有一家综合药房兼冷饮店，老板是先生。

他是犹太人，名字很拗口，我总是叫不对，所以干脆就叫他先生了。

我家的房子和他的店在街的同侧。我家距南北向的阿姆斯特丹街隔着三幢房子。先生将近70岁，外表整洁，个子不高。冬天，除了药店的白大褂，他的工作服还包括一件法兰绒的格子衬衫，加上与之搭配的背心、领带、宽松长裤和擦得锃亮的平底船鞋。鞋的颜色根据当天搭配服装颜色的不同，要么是黑色要么是棕色。他皮肤很好，面颊红润，眼睛深蓝，鼻梁上架着一副无框双焦眼镜。他身上散发着多香果的味道，有点秃顶，只有头顶边缘长着稀疏而有光泽的白头发。他还有一口洁白的牙齿。现在我开始怀疑那会不会是假牙。只要有人走进他的店，他就会露出灿烂的微笑，热情的和来人握手。