My First Major Sports Memory
That’s easy. October, 1947. I was 8 years old. Everybody was home from the Big War. The baby boom was just starting. “Give 'em Hell” Harry S Truman was our…
That’s easy. October, 1947. I was 8 years old. Everybody was home from the Big War. The baby boom was just starting. “Give 'em Hell” Harry S Truman was our…
It's flashback time again: Summer, 1952, in Flushing, Queens, NYC. Welcome to a world where 7th graders still had imaginations and could have fun outdoors. You know, before well-meaning adults…
When I came into this world in 1939, my mom and dad were living in the Georgetown area of Washington, DC. My dad was manager of the Georgetown Sears Roebuck…
One of my fondest memories of Queens College Air Force ROTC was our participation in the Columbus Day Parade on October 12, 1957. Lord knows if that tradition still exists,…
When my dad died in 1943, my mom didn’t want to stay in our apartment on Utopia Parkway, where he passed. Problem is, there’s a housing shortage and a war…
Here we are. Back in Flushing, Queens, NYC. It’s 1951, the year of the “shot heard round the world”. Bobby Thompson’s home run off Dodger, Ralph Branca, that won the…
Good early, early morning family and friends. Let’s try a little brain exercise. This is as close as I’ll get to strenuous exercise. Sorry, Physical Therapists. We’re now in Flushing,…
About 70 years ago, in a galaxy far away called Flushing in Queens, NYC, there was Jack’s Station Sweet Shop, an ice cream, candy, newspaper, cigarette store and luncheonette. I…
What’s the Statute of Limitations on dumb-ass things a group of pre- high school boys would do in Flushing, NY (a city within the City of New York, in the…
How did a lovely lady from Orangeburg, SC pair up with a self-righteous Yankee from New York? Our early lives couldn’t have been more different, but we merged into a…