FRIENDS

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Bishop Ford High School Alumni that either played basketball or otherwise was an alum.

This is open to all whether you are from Ford, Xaverian, Nazareth or Loughlin.

We will have our Basketball Reunion/Holiday Get Together on Friday Night December 6th at The Kettle Black in Bay Ridge on 3rd Ave and 87th Street beginning at 6pm.

Please feel free to share this to anyone….be it teammates or opponents. The goal is for a good time to be had by all sharing stories and laughs.

Thanks.

BF 1978 Team

BACK IN THE DAY

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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? S.M.H.

My friends and I played outside in the streets from early morning to late into the night. Some nights we didn’t go home.  We called it, “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.  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 or 75 bus and rode our bikes all over New York City. 

We broke balls.

We broke windows playing stickball (accidentally of course).

We didn’t have cell phones.

No one owned a gun.  Not that I knew of anyway.

Our parents were not watching our every move.

We learned to be tough. You failed at something, you got back up.

We learned to fight our own battles. Sometimes.

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.

Best of all the friendships formed and nurtured were unbreakable. I loved the people I grew up with.  They were loyal and cared about me.

Sure we argued with each other, we even had a fistfight or two.  But the next day in the schoolyard we were teammates playing two-on-two.

Those were the days my friend.

-Steve

E-Mail:  Hoops135@hotmail.com

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R.I.P. DUNCAN BLAIR

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Back in the day I would jump on the F-train at 15th Street-Prospect Park West and head down to St. Francis College in downtown Brooklyn to watch the Terriers play basketball.

Get off at Jay Street, walk a few blocks to the gym.

Main reason was to see my idol, Gerard Trapp play.

This morning I received word that Gerard’s teammate at S.F.C., Duncan Blair,  died recently.

The Adelphi High School alum and Bay Ridge native played for S.F.C. from 1974-1977.

Condolences to Duncan’s family.

SFC

WHY FARRELL’S?

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Jay Cusato is my guy.  He’s got an awesome project in the works.

https://www.seedandspark.com/fund/why-farrells?fbclid=IwAR1MxdD6rY6-VdA4GqaSCrVKaNWHQAfwSNo8I54W3WJSD9kulEHlIg2lEYk#story

In Brooklyn, New York, tucked away on hill a, surrounded by a park and a cemetery, there is a less than a square mile neighborhood named “Windsor Terrace.” Farrell’s Bar & Grill has stood on a corner in Windsor Terrace across nine decades as a quintessential American neighborhood bar. “Why Farrell’s?” will endeavor to explain how this unassuming local watering hole, has outlasted dozens of other local bars and businesses, survived NY real estate, blackouts, gentrification, 14 presidents, 39 wars, stock market crashes and has remained largely unchanged since its founding to remain an important staple of its community today.

Farrell’s is more than a Brooklyn bar that has a reputation of having the coldest tap beer in New York City. It’s a town hall, a community center, a place to get caught up with friends and family from the neighborhood, a meeting place for a celebration or to hear the sad news of the passing of an old friend, not just for the people of Windsor Terrace but all over New York City. Many of its patrons are expatriate regulars who have been forced out of the neighborhood with high rents, but still go home again to Farrell’s for news of Windsor Terrace. At the very end of the long original 39’ mahogany bar, next to the side entrance to Farrell’s, is a large corkboard where along with notes of apartments for sale or rent, are wake and funeral notices. What makes this place such an eternal destination? Is it because for decades they’ve famously served their crisp beer in Styrofoam containers making it easy for a customer to take one to go? Or, does it have more to do with the people behind the bar? Perhaps the success of Farrell’s is a testament to Eddie Farrell, the longtime owner who put his heart and soul into Farrell’s and the Windsor Terrance community. Eddie didn’t just run the bar for the majority of his life, more importantly, he made it and himself intrinsic to the community.

THANK YOU HOOLEY

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Yesterday was Jimmy Houlihan’s last shift behind the bar at Farrell’s.

WPIX reporter Magee Hickey reports.

Longtime Brooklyn bartender that ran the place ‘like the town hall’ retires

He’s the unofficial mayor of Windsor Terrace, and after 54 years behind the bar at Farrell’s, Jimmy “Hooley” Houlihan is retiring.

Shouting “Hooley, Hooley,” hundreds packed this quintessentially classic Irish bar, Farrell’s, of Windsor Terrace, to pay tribute to their favorite bartender: 80-year-old Jimmy “Hooley” Houlihan, who began working in Farrell’s in 1969.

“I have never met better people than we have right here,” Hoolihan, the retiring bartender, told PIX11 News.

“Hooley’s like the mayor of this neighborhood and he ran this bar like the town hall,” Denis Hamill, the writer/journalist and frequent customer at Farrell’s, told PIX11 News.

Good luck Hooley and thanks for the memories…

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

THE STREETS

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My main man Pat Fenton from 17th street takes us back, back into time…

https://mrbellersneighborhood.com/2014/12/the-last-winter-dance-party-of-america?fbclid=IwAR2Bt7jXQhNEDz2j980GZ9tKvbH6SoBsh-b3re-3dJ-Sri4861w1qzAvENk

It’s 1957, and the three of us, Jacky,Vinnie from 19th Street, and me, are doing this Brooklyn strut sort of a walk down Eastern Parkway.  Vinnie is a thief.  He will steal anything he can get his hands on, doesn’t matter who owns it.  That’s just the way he is.  But there’s something cool and hip about him.  He has an Emerson portable radio in his arms and he’s talking about the rock and roll music that he listens to way down at the other end of the radio dial where the black stations are, where most white boys don’t go…

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For many years I always thought successful people in life had something special.  Maybe it was their upbringing?  Maybe it was their college education? Their family had a lot of money?  Owned a big house?  Both parents at home?

But you know what?  It’s none of those things.  Oh sure they may help a bit, especially your upbringing but here’s what I learned:

1-Show up

2-Focus

3-Work

4-Be a good person

5-Persevere

6-Stay in the present moment

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