Saturday Night (Oct. 29, 2011) is the 17th Annual Holy Name Foundation Dinner-Dance.
This outstanding event will be held once again at Gargiulo’s Restaurant, 2911 West 15th Street (Coney Island) Brooklyn, New York 11224.
Cocktails will be served at 6:30 PM
Dinner and Dancing to follow.
John Clarke – Class of 1948 and John Davis.
The Outstanding Community Service Award Recipients:
Rev. John J. Gildea – Class of 1954
Don Kent – Class of 1958
For more information call (718) 369-0848
I was there last year and it was one of the best events I have ever attended.
It’s that time of year.
The Annual, Captain Vincent Brunton Scholarship Fund Dinner Dance is Saturday, November 5, 2011. Start time is 7PM.
This event will take place at Bishop Ford High School.
The price of admission is $70. This includes raw bar, open bar, buffet and DJ.
To reserve a ticket, send a check made out to the Captain Vincent Brunton Scholarship Fund. Send it to Bishop Ford High School, 500 19th street Brooklyn, NY 11215. ( Attention: Ms. D Halbran, Mr. John Powers, Mr. Donald Barbieri, or Mr. Mike Kennedy.)
You can call and get more information.
Ms. Halbran (718) 360-2554; Mr. Powers (917) 921-3505 Mr.Barbieri (917) 856-2716 or Mr. Kennedy (718) 836-4338.
Purchase of a ticket the night of the event is also an option.
I’m currently reading an amazing book written by former NFL player Joe Ehrmann, titled “Inside Out Coaching“. (Miss Monzillo would be so proud of me). I came across this passage on page 13.
It blew me away…
A favorite concept of mine comes from Henri Nouwen’s book, ‘The Wounded Healer‘.
The premise of the book is that as we travel life’s journey from childhood to adulthood we acquire wounds along the way. A wound can be any unresolved social, emotional, relational issue that still impacts our lives. These wounds can be inflicted by negative cultural messages or experiences with parents, peers or adults with power and authority over us. (I would add teachers too).
Unresolved, these wounds can leave us with a sense of deficiency or inferiority.
Nouwen says we have two choices; either we deny, repress, or dissociate from the wounding and therefore wound others with our unhealed injuries, or we bring healing to our wounds and offer our healed wounds to others to heal and transform their lives.
This is a powerful message.
I’ve gone over it many times…boy does it make a whole lot of sense.
I wanted to send warm birthday wishes to another former Brooklyn resident now residing in Michigan, Fiore Tierno.
Fiore and I attended Holy Name together and was one of the better kids from the neighborhood.
Whatever happened to Mark Lewis?
Once again, I was informed of another person from the neighborhood that has left us.
Along with posting positive memories of the neighborhood on the blog, I often get an e-mail, a phone call or even a text message letting me know someone from the neighborhood has passed away.
It saddens me to hear the news but I don’t mind – please keep sending me the messages. Our loyal readers, some as far away as Texas, need to know this information.
My favorite writer, Denis Hamill of the New York Daily News writes about his friend Mickey Breen who recently passed away.
As the years tumble forward from the tie-dyed days of Hippie Hill in Prospect Park when hundreds of us hung out on the grassy knoll just up from the Corinthian columns designed by Stanford White at Bartell Pritchard Square, you just keep on grabbing the black suit from the closet to go see another one of your flower power pals from Woodstock take his turn in the coffin in the front of a flowery room.
Guys like Dennis (Tiny) Reid, John Rice, Red Riley, Tommy Lenahan, Joey Corrar, Bruce Campbell, and my sweet brother, Joe Hamill.
This time, it was Mickey Breen, and he was a kind, funny guy who attended Power Memorial High where he befriended Lew Alcindor, before he became Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Mickey loved his daughter Kelly, his five grandkids, his lady Gladys, his sister Colleen, his cat Cheech, the music of Jeff Beck, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novels, and cold beer and big laughter and this place called Brooklyn that he called home until last week when he was waked in Hanley’s Funeral Home on Staten Island, where a slide show of old photos played on a loop as the Rolling Stones sang his favorite song ever, “Sympathy for the Devil.”
I didn’t know Mickey, but after reading D-Hamill’s story, I feel like I hung out with him on the parkside.
Mickey Breen, R.I.P.
Came across this video clip from the New York Post website of a guy hitching alongside the ‘J’ train. Click here to see video.
What’s he auditioning for a Bruce Willis, ‘Die Hard’ movie?