HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY

A Memorial Day tribute from our guy Pat “17th Street” Fenton…

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An outstanding guest piece from Pat Fenton.  Pat’s one of the good guys who grew up in the neighborhood.  And boy is he a fantastic writer!

I pushed up my draft in 1961, 20 years old, a high school drop out working a rivet machine in a factory in Brooklyn, and the Army seemed like a way out.  I went in during the Berlin Crisis buildup, was sent thorough the military police academy in Fort Gordon, Georgia, and shipped out of the Brooklyn Army Base on the ship the U.S Rose to Mannheim Germany to the 537MP Company.

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I got to stand a few feet from President John F Kennedy when he was on his way to Frankfurt to give that great Berlin speech.  He was reviewing the troops at a first stop, and I was standing as part of the security on a black top when his open limo…

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THE SUMMER WIND, CAME BLOWIN’ IN

Hope everyone enjoys the weekend…

View from above Windsor and 8th

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STICKY FINGERS

It’s just that demon life has got you in its sway.

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COUNT THE HEADLIGHTS ON THE HIGHWAY

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

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WE CAN WORK IT OUT

INSIDE THE PARK

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THE HURT. THE SCARS. THE MEN…

Got an alert/article from Tony F. early this morning.

“FUCKING SICKENING,” was his text.

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From today’s New York Daily News.

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/politics/award-winning-journo-victim-blasts-child-victims-act-blockers-article-1.2640485

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.

 

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WHEN I WALK BESIDE HER I AM A BETTER MAN

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.

Picture that.

I was 15 years old and standing at the bar next to Robert Redford.

SMH

I believe I arrived home at around 7:00 AM

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

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