“The Bronx? No thonx!”, wrote the poet Ogden Nash.
As a kid growing up in the Bronx I didn’t get it. I didn’t realize my borough had a bad rap, and I certainly wouldn’t have understood why. The Bronx was my home and I loved it. (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home)
I even went to college in the Bronx, but then grad school and marriage finally took me out. But altho I was living elsewhere, I spent four decades of my working life commuting back as a public educator in Bronx high schools.
And altho there may be some degree of rapport among all folks who discover they’re from the same hometown, I contend there’s a special bond among us Bronxites. We seem to share an unpretentiousness, a true grit, and of course that Bronx accent.
And one thing we all know – Ogden Nash was dead wrong!
– Dana Susan Lehrman