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Ain’t nothing like the nights in Harlem. Uptown is definitely where it’s at. Over 20 years of bright lights in the little city made for a picture perfect postcard that is engrained in the memory of my mind.
The sounds of music emanated from the grand edifice located at the corner of 145th street and Broadway. Broadway International was the place to be on Thursday nights. The DJ spun memorable vinyl of Afrika Bambada like, “Planet Rock” where the house was rocking, party non-stopping and revelers demanded that music pumped to the break of dawn.
Nightfall bought sweat dripping, feet hurting and stomach churning, as we took a ride across town to the infamous Sherman’s for spaghetti, ribs and their infamous cole slaw. It was a combination that settled the spirits that floated within the lining of our digestive system. Party goers raced home in hopes of containing the grease that saturated the take out brown paper bag. We, creatures of habit, followed the same pattern week after week, year after year for quite time.  Oh how I missed the days of care free fun and eating.