Rich and Dan's Antics from the Summer of 1956 in Teaneck, New Jersey

The Ringer Washing Machine

Smiling, I shook my head and gazed at Rich. He was looking back at me.  His smirk reminded me of the time he and I stood beside an old ringer washing machine. Someone from a neighborhood apartment abandoned it in our gravel backyard. It was in no-man’s-land, behind the string of stores and apartments and the shopping center parking lot. That relic sat there with weeds all around it——like a tombstone in a neglected graveyard. We examined it closely, twisting and turning the agitator back and forth.

“It moves,” Rich said. “Get inside, Danny. I’ll push you.”

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