A friend of mine from THE WELL, used to be Son of Sam’s paperboy.
(And for those of you who don’t know who Son of Sam, let’s just say he was a resident of Yonkers that the Chamber of Commerce rarely discusses…)
You can read about his exploits on his blog:
Here’s a taste:
Did I ever tell you that David
Berkowitz, the .44 Caliber Killer,
the Son of Sam, who killed five
women and one man in New York
City between July 1976 and his
capture on August 10, 1977, lived
around the corner from my house
in Yonkers? And that for one week
in the summer of 1977, I was his
In those days my family lived in a huge haunted Victorian
house in the middle of Hudson Terrace. Go down Warburton
Avenue with the Hudson River on your right until you come to
the planetarium, where Shonnard Place intersects Warburton.
Make a left, take that windy, twisty road uphill, and you're
on Hudson Terrace. It is, or it was in those days, a tree
lined little world of old fashioned slate sidewalks, stone
fences, and set back Victorian houses.