I was born and raised in Albany. Corner of Western Av and Partridge Street. 57-69. There was an old brick building there that was a dry cleaners; it was one of the oldest train stations in the area at one time.
First time I ever saw a bike stolen; a you know what came up from the downtown area, and conned Charlie Canning out of his bike. We must have been 7 or 8. The kid goes; "Hey, man. Please help me! Somebody just stole my bike, please let me borrow your bike, I think I can catch him! Please!" He rode off on Charlie's stingray....
They put in the college dorms across the street. In the summer, they would set up a trampoline in the grassy courtyard, and let the neighborhood kids take a turn. I remember "Light My Fire" by the doors playing. First time I ever saw somebody smoking a number. '67 riots, they came up in gangs, walking up hudson Av; and everybody stayed in their apartments. The whole area was our playground. We were probably 7 or 8, and allowed to take the city bus out to McKeown's Grove by ourselves. That was a little lake area you could swim at.
Sorry for the nostalgia. My nephew's wife worked at the hospital a couple years ago, he told me she said, "Can't they wait to start shooting until the nighttime?"