Up against the wall!

Once while my friends and I were hanging-out near this corner (probably on the church's stoop), a patrolman came over and asked us all to stand up against the wall so that he could frisk us. 
He said:  "All of yous get up against the wall and spread them".   Don't give me no lip, punk!

We were on our turf.  What?  Keep moving, the cop said, or I'll have you arrested for loitering, he told us.  We moved to 177 St. next to the Garage, our regular hang-out.

In the rear you see the Port Authority (George Washington Bridge) Bus Terminal on Broadway and 178 Street, another one of our hang-outs.

Also in this shot, Bove's building, Bear and Lorenzo's building...
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