Interesting story via the New York Daily News on people who moved out of New York City and have found success and most important, happiness in other parts of the country.
October 12, 2014
October 5, 2014
October 4, 2014
October 2, 2014
We’re from Brooklyn, we know our pizza.
Hard for me to get a good slice out here.
List a few pizza spots that you wish you could be at right now…
I know it’s tough, but here’s mine.
Lenny’s (fifth avenue)
Denino’s: A spot in Staten Island…
Ben’s in Soho
October 1, 2014
September 29, 2014
Growing up in the neighborhood if you wanted an egg cream you went to Rae and Otto’s on ninth avenue.
Well thanks to my friend Frankie for passing along this article in the New York Daily News about a new place in Manhattan where you can get an egg cream.
Denis Hamill writes about a pretty cool spot and best of all, it’s inexpensive.
Then last week my brother Brian calls me saying I gotta rush to a new joint called Hamilton’s Soda Fountain on W. Fourth and Bank Sts. in Greenwich Village.
“Egg cream as good as Sanew’s,” he said of our long-vanished soda fountain-candy store hangout.
September 27, 2014
The following dialogue is a work of fiction.
Friday night. Late September. Two teenagers hanging out on the stoop on Windsor Place.
“Fuck Derek Jeter!” Johnny shouted.
“Whaddya mean, fuck Derek Jeter?” answered Billy.
Johnny wasn’t having any more of the non-stop coverage on the Yankees shortstop of the past 20 years.
“I’m so tired of all this bullshit with Jeter on TV!”
“Yeah well he’s one of the greatest Yankees of all-time,” Billy assured his friend.
Everything on TV was about Derek Jeter. The New York Post, New York Times, Newsday and the Daily News all had the Kalamazoo Kid on their covers this morning.
“I don’t care, and he’s not one of the best Yankees of all-time,” Johnny shot back.
Oh boy, that infamous comparison between ballplayers. You can just feel it coming. Remember Mickey Mantle, Willie Mayes and Duke Snider?
“Yeah he is,” Billy protested.
“Gimme a fuckin break Billy. Last night was bullshit. Any other manager would have walked Jeter with an open base.”
MLB Network had the game live. Bob Costas and Kim Kaat were on the call. If you were a diehard, or stuck at work, you listened to Suzy Waldman on the radio. Maybe not the radio part.
Derek Jeter had the game winning hit with one out in the bottom of the ninth. Yankees had a man on second. Some sports talk radio callers this morning wondered if Orioles manager Buck Showalter should have walked Jeter to set up a possible double play.
“Showalter was drunk!” Johnny babbled.
By now you could imagine, Johnny was a Mets fan who hated the Yankees. Billy was a Yankees fan and hated the Mets. But many Mets fans from the neighborhood respected Jeter.
“Look bro, it’s Babe first, Gehrig second, Mantle and then Joe D.” Billy added.
Johnny sits there waiting for Billy to say Derek Jeter is fifth, ready to jump all over him.
“And Jeter is the fifth best of all-time.”
“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” Johnny shouted as an old lady walking across the street looked over at them.
“Whaddya lookin’ at, mind your own business lady!” Johnny screamed.
By now Billy was laughing his ass off.
“Leave the lady alone,” Billy barked. “That’s Joey’s grandmother.”
Johnny was pissed. Perturbed and steaming.
“I mean Billy, even Yankee fans are tired of all the coverage.”
“Here comes Scooter, let’s ask him,” Billy uttered.
“Fuck Scooter, he’s a Yankee fan. Whaddya think he’s gonna say?” Johnny stressed. “Plus he doesn’t even have cable.”
“He knows the history of the ballclub,” Billy reminded Johnny.
“Later for him, he’s like 90 years old!”
Scooter came walking by the boys on the stoop. He looked at them, stopped and started to talk.
“SHUT UP SCOOTER!” Johnny shouted. “I don’t wanna hear about Jeter, Yogi Berra or Mickey Rivers.”
The old man couldn’t get a word out so he continued on his way. Billy was laughing again.
“Look man, Jeter is good, I will give him that but this tribute shit is too much.”
Billy was a bit frustrated trying to get Johnny to understand what all the fuss is about.
“I got an idea. Let’s go up to Farrell’s, stand outside and ask every baseball fan that goes in and comes out,” Billy stressed.
Johnny stood up and spit the sidewalk.
“That sounds like a plan,” Johnny said as both boys made their way up to Farrell’s.
The patrons in Farrell’s were both Yankee and Mets fans. Same for football; you had Giants and Jets fans, split down the middle. The Knicks had way more fans than the Nets though. Matter of fact, many of the Nets fans were once Knicks fans but decided to switch over. With the Nets home arena on Flatbush and Atlantic avenues, it was convenient to root for the Nets.
The two teens stood outside the side door of Farrell’s on 16th street and waited for people.
“Yo, Frankie, is Derek Jeter one of the greatest Yankees ever?” Billy asked.
Frankie looked at Billy, then at Johnny.
“Of course he is.”
“Where would you rank him?”
“Top 10, maybe top 5?” Frankie answered as he spit on the curb and put out his cigarette before heading into the bar.
“Thanks Frankie,” Billy shouted as the door slammed.
“You know what, this is a stupid idea, let’s get the fuck outta here,” Johnny protested.
“Nah man, we’re gonna ask a few more baseball fans.”
“OK, you ask the question, Larry King. I’m outta here,” Johnny teased as he started walking up to the avenue.
“Yo Johnny, where ya going?”
Without looking back, Johnny answered, “I’m going to get an egg cream at Rae and Otto’s.”
Billy stood outside Farrell’s.
“Yo Kenny, Derek Jeter a top five Yankee of all-time or what?” Billy asked another Farrell’s patron.
“Fuck Jeter and fuck the Yankees!” Frankie shouted as he walked into the bar.
But before he disappeared Kenny added, “Those scrubs are not even in the playoffs!”
Billy walked away and headed across ninth avenue to the Korean deli.
“You would think Mets fans would give Jeter some respect?” Billy mumbled to himself.
September 26, 2014
Incredible finish last night in the Bronx.
Hope you had the chance to see Derek Jeter play shortstop for the last time in his amazing career.
Weather channel was calling for rain. The talk of the town and the sports talk radio shows, “the game is gonna get rained out.”
Not an empty seat in the house.
Yankee stadium going bananas every time Jeter came to the plate.
In his first at-bat in the last half of the first the Kalamazoo Kid doubled off the left field fence.
Fast forward to the bottom of the ninth.
One out and a man on second; Jeter comes to the plate. (I will miss his introduction via a Bob Sheppard recording; “Now batting for the Yankees, Number 2, Derek Jeter. Number 2.” )
50,000 fans on their feet. Not to mention I was standing in my living room. I must add my wife, who is a Detroit Tigers fan was cheering for him.
First pitch he saw he lined it to right field, knocking in the game winning run.
Jeter’s last game at Yankee stadium.
You can’t make this stuff up.
Mother Nature cooperated.
It’s a baseball game I will remember for a long time.
Boomer Esiason said it best this morning on his radio show about Jeter:
“No scandals. No arrests. No PED’s.”
On a side note; how about this nugget from the game last night: Jeter is from Kalamazoo, Michigan. Last night two umpires doing the game are also from Michigan.
Must have been a very cool experience for the men in blue.
September 24, 2014
Well lucky you.
Yeah you, the one living in the neighborhood here in 2014.
Actually, you da man if you’re raising kids in the neighborhood!
Brick Underground, a real estate website put together a list of the best neighborhoods in the city to raise a family. Windsor Terrace and Park Slope graded out well.
Wonder if they had this type of survey back in the day, would our parish be considered one of the best?
Of course it would!
Love this description from Brick Underground:
Low crime and sleepy streets lined with row houses also contribute to the kid-friendly atmosphere.
Plus, unlike brownstone-heavy Park Slope or Carroll Gardens, Windsor Terrace has a significantly higher percentage of three- and four-bedroom apartments—and since they’re in apartment buildings, rather than on floors of brownstones, they’re often bigger than what you’d find in those spots, says Victoria Hagman, founder of Brooklyn brokerage Realty Collective.
Not to mention, you’re still only a few blocks away from the southern edge of Prospect Park and within walking distance of the grocery stores, toy stores and stroller-loving businesses of Park Slope’s Seventh Avenue, as well as a Main Street-like strip on Prospect Park West.
Back in the day a description of the hood would be more like;
Want to play against the best “comp” around? Head to the boys schoolyard at Holy Name. One of the best bars in the city, Farrell’s, is located on the corner of 16th street. It is there where you can order a Container to go. Walk over ablock to the parkside where you can hang out with your friends. If you dig egg creams, Rae and Otto candy store is on the corner of Windsor and ninth. Hungry for a slice? They have three pizzeria’s on ninth avenue or you can walk a few blocks to 7th avenue and visit Frank’s for some awesome rice balls.
I wouldn’t trade my upbringing on ninth avenue for any neighborhood in the world.
On the streets of Brooklyn is where I wanna be.
September 23, 2014
Thanks to my friend Al Powers for this sad information.
Like Al said on his Facebook page, we have lost two alumni of 16th street.
Howie Bischoff and Bobby Leaver died yesterday.
Both men, members of FDNY were fighting cancer due to their time spent working down at Ground Zero after 9-11.
I didn’t know Bobby too well but Howie was one of my favorites from the neighborhood! Loved watching him play for Farrell’s football down at Farragut Road. Kenny Whelan also once mentioned that Howie was a heck of a Rugby player. It’s no surprise there; Howie played with a lot of heart, toughness and passion.
My thoughts and sympathies go out to both families.
I am waiting on more information.