Billy On Ice!

I grew up on Dobbs Ferry Road, half way between White Plains and Yonkers.  Our stretch of road was fairly steep.  On a snow-filled winter day around 1956 I discovered that if I rushed to the edge of the roadway, vehicles would break and start sliding in all directions!  What a delight!  I was well known in the neighborhood.  Many already thought of me  as “dangerous,” a kid that would not live to see adulthood.  I was eight.  That Xmas, Dad took me to buy the traditional tree at the lot next to the Tasty Freeze on Tarrytown Road, a busy four lane thoroughfare.  Nearby,  a snowplow crew was preparing for a run.  They wanted me to pull my latest stunt on the busy avenue.  Dad cursed out the work crew as he snatched me up.  I remember the drive home with the tree tied to the roof of our ’51 Plymouth, me tied up in the back seat.