One of my favorite childhood memories of living in Queens, NY is the infamous clothes line. As you walk through the neighborhood, you can look into the backyards and sneak a peak into the private lives of the individuals who live in the apartments by the type of clothes hung on their line.  I remember hanging out the clothes in the middle of winter to dry and pulling the dried stiff clothes in from the kitchen window. The fragrance of freshly sun-dried clothes is implanted in my memory bank.  It is a memory I want to keep.