Stoops of Atlantis

Back in those Stoops days TV was quite different. Far less choices yet the choices we had were amazing! At least through the eyes of Mikey D.

The streets around the Stoops of Atlantis were alive with wacky and colorful characters. Here are some words about my TOP FAVORITE FIVE.

Here we go again...make fun of Mikey D's tongue tied trips and traps!

A year is filled with sights, sounds, tastes, touches and smells. And around he Stoops of Atlantis- many remain fixed in the density of my memories. 

Treasures abounded around those Stoops of Atlantis and seeking them, digging them and finding them was what helped pass those days.

Let's step back onto those Stoops of Atlantis and take a walk to the bodega as Mikey D offers a guided tor of the sights and sounds!

I seem to recall more snow - deeper, colder and much more fun- fell on those Stoops of Atlantis. 

The Christmas Spirit transcends species. Even the lowest of the low.

When a treasure trove of Silver Age comic books became available - we did what we had to in order to make it ours!

It was called the Bronze age of Comic Books. But for this kid - it was the Golden Age.

We loved to scare each other as kids. Good, goofy fun scares. But sometimes there were the Real Scaries. Scares noone asked for around the Stoops of Atlantis. BONUS- interview with Mikey D's sister L…

Yeah there were many fires around my stoops in the 1970s. And every one of them had its own, unique story. Here are a few of them.

She was a gorgeous Crab Apple Tree. A Magic Tree. And in many ways she defined my childhood. 

Here it is. The final chapter of the Stoops Anomaly. We follow Kilroy and Boobie up those final steps and surreal discoveries as they make it to the roof.

Fireworks were an art, a sport, a past time and a cultural necessity back in those Stoops of Atlantis days. And I hear they were illegal....We had fun.

I'm Jimmy - a Spaldeen. Let me tell you about my golden days...

Audio Clips from "The Spaldeen Ball"

We were a mix of colors on those Stoops of Atlantis. We found a way to live as friends, as neighbors or simply to just live and let live.  

Music was religion around those Stoops of Atlantis. And Rock was my choice to bring me to higher realms. This is my Love Letter to Rock. 

The saga of Kilroy and Boobie continues up the flights - deeper and darker. Towards the Beacon. 

When there are microphones there are bloopers. The nature of the podcasting beast! Here is the second batch of cats, cars and tongue tied host bloopers!