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#FORT APACHE THE BRONX RAPIDSHARE MOVIE#They tired of my affections and eventually moved to anotherĬopyright ©2006-2022 SofTech Consulting, Chappaqua, New York, USA All Rights Reserved.Yearning to watch ' Fort Apache, the Bronx' on your TV, phone, or tablet? Discovering a streaming service to buy, rent, download, or watch the Daniel Petrie-directed movie via subscription can be a huge pain, so we here at Moviefone want to do the work for you. #FORT APACHE THE BRONX RAPIDSHARE LICENSE#I went over to the driver, winked and in a soft tone askedįor a screwdriver with which I proceeded to remove the license plates. Point, and they said they're on their way. I went over to a pay phone and called the sanitation garage in Hunts ![]() I asked who owned the carĪnd they had no response. The plate in to the DMV, it came back as registered to another vehicle. The plates were hung on by spit and when I called The following week I walked that post again and saw them under the hood of a carĪnd figured I'd repay them for the height joke. I wound up recovering a gun, knives and drugs and of course got them for destruction ofĬity property. Had called 911 and the stationhouse directly to report that the cop on Southern Boulevard was in At the same time I heard sirens coming from all over. Placing the radioīack in the holster I removed my night stick and proceed to put them all against the wall for a ![]() I reached for my holstered radioĪnd called for a couple of radio cars and told them to bring an ambulance as well. I didn't let my height of 5'7" stop me in my performance. #FORT APACHE THE BRONX RAPIDSHARE FREE#"Hey big man, how's the streets, free of all the bad men?", asked their wise-ass leader. On the corner of Fox Street was a blaze going in the front of their burnt-out, abandoned clubhouse. As I was going along I saw all the posters were down and no one knew who did it. I finished up and grabbed a cup of coffee, made a call and headed back up to 156th I walked my post one night and hung all the posters and told the storeowners I'd be back I knew for some time what they had been doing, but without a complainant the police couldn't I knew because I listened and made believe I didn't understand and would just gather info and log Crimes never were reported to the police because the people feared these mutts. These were the thugs that would terrorize a super in aīasement to let them hang out and then gradually use threats, violence and extortion and send the The Savage Skulls' clubhouse was on the corner of 156th and Fox Streets. I was told to pay particular attention to the gangs down on my post. ![]() Pertaining to fires and the use of city garbage cans as a means to keep warm on the stoop orĬorner. I was given a wad of bulletins to be hung in the different storefronts, Posts and pass on any info with regards to conditions in the different sectors. Score! The Sergeant would cry out roll call, assign I offered to pay and they said they wouldn't charge me for garbage,īecause they cleaned out the machines daily. I didn't drink beer back then, but Mister Softee's garage was on my post and I'd #FORT APACHE THE BRONX RAPIDSHARE WINDOWS#They would even call from their windows and invite meįor café or meals. With all the different affairs I was invited to. It was given and received equally and shown Intently, respect and trust them and just be myself. I didn't try to impress anybody what I did was listen I had no problems at all this setting was familiar. ![]() There I was, crosstown from where I had been raised in the Melrose section, working thereĪnd going home to Throgs Neck. All these business people knew me and I was on a Those were the restaurants that kept all the friedįood in the window under 50-watt bulbs. Separated by social clubs and cuchifrito shops. Bodegas (grocery stores) seemed to be every so many feet, The area was predominately Hispanic, working class people, and a small Black community of also I walked a foot post on the 4-to-12 shift on Southern Boulevard from 149th Street to 156th Street. Y first precinct assignment was Fort Apache, known as "the 4-1", where back then theNYFD would be responding to infernos and false alarms, with sirens blaring all hours of the night. For displaced, misplaced, and nostalgic ex-Bronxites ![]()
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