Hope everyone enjoys the weekend…
It’s just that demon life has got you in its sway.
Came across this in the Daily News. A reader, also a HNS grad speaks out.
I was a student at Holy Name in Windsor Terrace in the 1960s. One brother, my sixth-grade teacher, took kids to the bath houses in Coney Island. I know because he would announce it. One student died in a pool accident under his watch. I never had any incident with this particular brother; however, over the years, there were rumors as we got older. I was brought into empty classrooms early in the morning and asked sexual questions and had to explain how I felt about them. Other brothers beat us often and quite harshly. They thought nothing of stepping on your torso, punching you and kicking you relentlessly. To this day, I have hate for the white collars those brothers wore.
Vincent Corigliano, Staten Island
Got an alert/article from Tony F. early this morning.
“FUCKING SICKENING,” was his text.
From today’s New York Daily News.
The panic and anxiety that haunted the award-winning journalist 50 years ago as a petrified child bubbled up again as he took the F train to his old neighborhood Tuesday for the first time in decades, fear turning into terror as the subway got closer to the 15th St./Prospect Park station.
My daughter Taylor attended her junior prom tonight.
In 1980 I escorted my girlfriend to her senior prom.
I was 15, Maureen was 17.
We had a ball.
Maureen graduated from Saint Saviour High School.
Limousine ride to Bay Ridge.
Hanging out at her classmates house for a bit.
Back in the limo for a trip to Manhattan. Dinner at a hotel. Then it was time to break night at the Copacabana.
I was 15 years old and standing at the bar next to Robert Redford.
I believe I arrived home at around 7:00 AM