"The children in the neighborhood didn't have radios, they didn't have television.

But they had my Uncle Charlie, who was a wonderful storyteller and who enjoyed children very much.

Every evening they gathered -- we'd gather on our stoop. And Uncle Charlie would tell his stories, which he made up as he went along.

When it came time for the children to go home -- and that was when the lights would go on -- the street lights.

Uncle Charlie would end the story for the evening by saying, "and this character stepped on a piece of tin. The tin bended and the story ended!"

And though everybody would protest "no it didn't end! It didn't end!" Well, it will be continued in our next..."