[travelstiles]

If you ain't from Brooklyn, just forget this; you wouldn't understand.
You're truly from Brooklyn if you can relate to any of the following:

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  Alternate side of the street parking.
  Ate at Chock Full O' Nuts Shops (date nut bread and powdered donuts that were crunchy).
  Bought bobka at the original Ebingers on Flatbush Avenue. Or Butterbun on Nostrand Ave.
  Bought Ebinger's Black-Out Cake (and didn't count the calories)
  Bought knishes from Mrs. Stahls in Brighton, or Ruby the Knish Man (if you don't know what a knish is, see the note below).
  Bought knishes on the beach and didn't mind the sand.
  Bought pickles out of a barrel. The salt made you pucker.
  Can name all the Brooklyn High Schools. Just try and do that today (impossible).
  When you met someone from Brooklyn, you'd ask what Parish, not area, they were from
  Can remember when the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel was white.
  Don't speak with an accent - everybody else does.
  Drove over the Marine Park Bridge for a 10-cent toll, and Brooklyn Battery Tunnel for 35 cents.
  Everybody knows somebody from the neighborhood, even if it is your mother's cousin's son-in-law's sister's boyfriend.
  Got a "Kitchen Sink" at Jahn's.
  Got a J.D. card and feeling like Al Capone.
  Had roller skates with keys.
  Handball in the park.
  Hit two sewers in punch ball.
  It's not the "shore", its the "beach" idiot.
  Kings Plaza.... how come we get the crappy mall?
  Knew who the neighborhood wise guy was, but you'd never tell the cops.
  Know that the only place to get one heck of a cheese cake is in Junior's. That's on Flatbush Avenue (really the Flatbush Avenue Extension) and DeKalb Avenue
  Know that Brooklynites never allow for mistakes; in Brooklyn, you better be right or else... There's the story of this man, a neighbor of Gotti, who accidently ran over Gotti's kid (a very unfortunate incident). This man was never heard from again. That's Brooklyn
  Know, or at least your hips do, what a Charlotte Russe is.
  Owned a pair of pumps from Miles or National's.
  Played "Hide 'n Go Seek" at dusk (say it quickly and you'll know why we called it "hang-o-seek".
  Played Hit The Penny, Stoop Ball, Skelly, and Potsy.
  Private beach? What's that?
  Remember a time when the Greeks didn't own ALL the diners and the Koreans didn't own ALL fruit stands. Except the Greeks on Utica and Church, where you just said going to the Greeks for lunch.
  Remember Bohack's, Packer's, and Smilen Brothers fruit stores (one was on Nostrand Avenue).
  Remember Coney Island fireworks every Tuesday night in the summer, and watching it from your roof.
  Sheepshead Bay is for fishing and seafood.
  Shopped on Fulton Street and Pitkin Ave. before the mall and all the dreck
  The first bar that you hung out in when you were 15 is "so young now".
  There is a bagel bakery a few blocks away.
  There is at least one pizzeria within 1 block of your house and a candy store on the corner.
  Thought going "away to college" meant NYU, Pace, or Pratt.
  Waited for the Good Humor or Bungalow Bar guy to come around your block.
  Walked along the Coney Island Boardwalk, with a Shatzkins knish.
  Washed it down with a Sunny Boy orange drink.
  Went to Murray the K rock concerts at the Brooklyn Fox or the Brooklyn Paramount. Went the night before for good seats.
  Went to Saturday matinees at the Oriental, Oceana, Canarsie, Kingsway, Avalon, Elm, Congress, Midwood, Vogue, Kent, Rugby, Sheepshead, Tilyou, Mayfair, Kenmore, or Marboro theaters (you can put a "the" in front of all those names).
  You ate at the Horn and Hardart Automat.
  You can correctly pronounce Long Island (well, you might incorrectly sound that "g"), but aren't exactly sure where Long Island begins.
  You curse. A lot. Or can at least out curse anyone from anywhere else.
  You don't go to Manhattan, you go to "The City."
  You have no reason to go to Queens, except for Met games.
  You know and go to the REAL Nathan's ... the one in Coney Island.
  You know someone with mob ties.
  You know the difference between going with, seeing, fooling around with, and going out with someone.
  You know what a "johnny pump" is.
  You love "Welcome Back Kotter" (and not because of the crisp writing or great acting).
  You made a scooter from orange crates and an old skate.
  You never realize you have an accent until you leave.
  You waited for the rides on a truck to come to your neighborhood for 10 cents a ride.
  You walk down "The Avenue" and see at least a handful of the people you knew growing up.
  Your friends came over to hang out on the stoop.
  You went up to the rooftop of your apartment building to get a suntan (and your towel always stuck to the melted tar)
  You've had a pigeon crap on your car and/or your head.
  
  AND the most important reason that you are a Brooklynite, or at least have the soul of one, is ... You're still angry that the Dodgers left.