We lived in an apartment when I was a kid, in the federal housing projects on First Street in Bayonne, New Jersey.   We did not have much money, and we did not have much room.   One Christmas, I decided I wanted a set of Lionel electric trains.   Santa brought them to me, good guy that he was.  It was years later that I learned that they were hand-me-down trains that had originally belonged to my cousin Richie.  He was a few years older than me, and had outgrown toys.  By then he was more intere...