Robert Hurwitz

August 14, 2010

Just heard “Beautiful Yetta” on NPR, and I wanted to let you know that as a kid growing up in Brooklyn (Avenue I at Albany Avenue), I regularly took a southerly 10-minute walk with my father, arriving at, guess what…a CHICKEN FARM…right in the middle of Flatbush! It was crowded in by high-rise apartments, but it was an honest-to-goodness chicken farm. (By the time I turned 12 it had been replaced by yet another high-rise, so that’s, I guess, why Yetta didn’t find it.)

You never know. She might find it in a subsequent book.