What we’re gonna do here is go back, way back, back into time.

Brooklyn, New York in the late 70’s and early 80’s to be exact. It was a different Brooklyn back then. The Barclay’s on Flatbush and Atlantic? LOL. My friends and I played outside from early morning to late into the night. Some nights we didn’t go home. It was called, “Breakin’ Night.” Holy Name schoolyard was our favorite spot. The priests would kick us out at 10:00 PM. We played all sports. No such thing as specialization. But basketball was my favorite.

We rode the F-train to Coney Island and back (never paying our fare). We hitched on the back of the 68 bus and rode our bikes. We broke balls. We broke windows playing stickball (accidentally of course). We didn’t have cell phones. No one owned a gun. Our parents were not watching our every move. We learned to be tough. We learned to fight our own battles. We didn’t run home, tell mommy or daddy what happened. Wait a minute, daddy? My dad left for good when I was six. Mom didn’t blame the teacher when I failed a test nor did she complain to the coach if I came off the bench for the basketball team.

Most of all, the friendships formed and nurtured were unbreakable. Sure we argued with each other, we even had a fistfight or two with each other. But the next day in the yard we were teammates playing two-on-two. We were loyal to each other. We cared about each other…Those were the days my friend.

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“It is good people who make good places…” -ANNA SEWELL

Corner shot of schoolyard

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They said he would never amount to anything.

Said he didn’t have any talent.

ME, Brian and Edgar

No discipline.

No commitment.

No chance.

I told them, “Survival is a talent.”

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Prendagast and Willy Wickham

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I received sad news this morning.

One of the most loyal and appreciative readers of Container Diaries has passed away.


Billy was friends with Dick Bavetta.

One day I was at  party and Bavetta was there. I told him I was communicating with Mudge and Bavetta’s eyes lit up.

RIP Billy…

I’m going to miss responding to your comments.


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“Wish I could go back in time. I’d have gone D-I. Booze got the best of me. Man, I coulda. Man, I shoulda. Wish I could go back.”

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Last night I was talking to my wife and telling her all about the great clubs from back in the day. Boy did we have fun. I highly doubt the club-scene is still rocking like back in the day.

My Top 6 NYC Clubs of All-Time

1-Peppermint Lounge (The new one on 15th and 5th)






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