One summer night, hot as Hell. Everybody is out. Around Crotona Ave comes Joey Scales. Everybody stops and turns. Why? He has his arm around an old black man with huge buck teeth under the arm
Seeing the group in front of the cafe, Joe yells out " Your not gonna believe who this is?". They looks at Joey then they look at the old buck toothed black man and they shrug their shoulders.
"It's Buckwheat from the Little Rascals!" he yells. A roar goes up and soon the Buckwheat's shaking a hundred hands, Polaroid's are snapping, guys who never got within ten feet of a black man before are slapping him on the back. The guy is loving it! In to the cafe. Guys are fighting with each other to by a him a drink. Twenty minutes the guys half stewed. To the next social club he goes. Again the drinks flow like water. There's a dice game going in the back. He's invited and given a line of credit. Plates of sausages, mozzarella, peppers, olives and more drinks are are passed to him and he finishes them like he was born Italian. There asking him questions about Alfafa and the rest of the gang. He's giving little tidbits, nothing in depth but each met with a roar of laughter.
"Hey Buckweath. What brings you here?" comes one question
