By HARVEY SAVADSKY
July 4, 2022It’s the summer of 1955. I’m eight years old, and my brothers are thirteen and ten. Our home is in the Borough Park section of Brooklyn and along with our dad, we’re Brooklyn Dodger fans. At that time our Uncle Carl (my mom’s brother) was a career U.S. Air Force pilot. He resided in Florida, but he was up to visit us. Even though he lived in Florida he still followed ...