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5, 4, 3, 2, 1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Brooklyn

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New Year's

Good-bye 2014 and hello 2015…

Can’t believe how fast the year went.

Well, time to rev it up and get ready for another year.

Happy New Year to everyone!

Have a safe one…

Respectfully,

Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

FACEOFF ON AVENUE F

27 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Hockey

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Avenue F, David Greenfield, Di Gilio Playground, New York Islanders, New York Rangers, outdoor hockey rink, roller hockey rink

Received word that councilman David Greenfield wants to demolish the outdoor hockey rink on McDonald Avenue and Avenue F.

COME ON MAN!

The roller hockey rink at Di Gilio Playground in Kensington has been a part of that community for decades dating back to the 60s.

It’s a part of the identity of the neighborhood.

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Even though I wasn’t a big hockey guy growing up, I always respected and enjoyed watching some of the neighborhood guys play at the ninth street bandshell. If you grew up in New York City, you were a Rangers or Islanders fan.

The hockey rink at Avenue F should not be demolished.  There’s a bunch of regulars that play hockey there every weekend for the last seven years along with a countless number of men and young adults.

These guys have called it their home rink and use it for their weekend exercise. Matter of fact, why don’t they get the young kids in the neighborhood interested? Hockey is a great sport! It builds toughness. Creates teamwork and most of all, it teaches kids to compete.

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Losing this rink would mean a heartbreak for many and it would be nothing short of a shame.

Out of the four parks department roller hockey rinks in Brooklyn, Councilman Greenfield is eliminated half of them.

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I think Greenfield deserves a game misconduct if he gets rid of the Avenue F rink.

But hold up, The New York Islanders are moving to Brooklyn, right? This will bring a higher demand for hockey rinks in Brooklyn. Here’s an idea; how about the Islanders organization coming to the rescue? Conduct hockey clinics for young kids at the rink.

So how about it councilman Greenfield, be a sport. Don’t be a bully. Keep the rink. Let the guys have their fun.

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What would guys like Mark Messier, Brian Leetch, Adam Graves, Eddie Giacomin and Mike Richter think?

CHRISTMAS IN WINDSOR TERRACE

25 Thursday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Pat Fenton

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Billy Coffey, Brooklyn, Prospect Park, Tommy Edwards, Windsor Terrace

A compelling essay from our guy Pat Fenton.

(Originally posted December, 2013)

The snow came hard that winter. It covered 17th Street and all of the rest of Windsor Terrace in a thick, blanket of white. Strings of stark, clear light bulbs hung over rows of Christmas trees in front of Mitchy’s Fruit Stand on Prospect Park West, and over on the corner of Prospect Avenue you could see the outline of the red bricked, Holy Name Church through the swirl of the snow.

It was the winter of 1961 and Billy Coffey was thinking of leaving the neighborhood. He was too young to understand what he would be leaving behind. He was 19 years old now and the 50’s were gone. And with them soon would go places he would never ever see again, places like the Royal Tailors on 5th Avenue where he was measured for his first pair of peg pants, the Shoe Box over on 19th Street, Bill and John’s Bar off the corner of 18th Street, Jack the Wonder Dairy’s grocery store on 17th Street, places like the Globe Theater on 15th Street, and the 16th Street Theater just off of 5th Avenue, and the Venus down on Prospect Avenue, and the Sanders on Bartell Pritchard Square, where he first saw Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis as a kid on a “standing room only” Sunday afternoon.

It was in that long ago time in America when they actually had standing room only in movie houses, and people would announce “this is where we came in”, because, like dreams, the movies went on and on, and on. And it only cost a quarter.

Now, in bars like McNulty’s on the corner of 9th Avenue and 17th Street, men would stare down at the front page of the New York Daily News and read headlines of a wall being built by the Communists between East and West Germany, and news that Russia had built missile launching pads in nearby Cuba, and the headlines said that they were pointed at the United States.

The “Cold War” was becoming something more real now, and you could sense that change was coming to the culture of America. Where once there were empty lots all over Brooklyn where kids ran free as if they were in a rye field somewhere in the country, every square foot of the borough was being built on. And you couldn’t go to Coney Island anymore, too dangerous people said. Men were moving their families out to places like Levittown on Long Island, hoping to hang on just a little longer to the innocence of the fifties that they once knew in Brooklyn.

In early evening, just before the sunset started, he would sometimes go out the back door of the railroad room flat that he lived in at 483 17th Street, and climb up this ladder in the hallway that led to a hatch way. He would push it open and stand on the roof as he looked down toward the magnificent sky over the Brooklyn waterfront.

They called his neighborhood “The Hill” because it was located on the highest point of Brooklyn. You could see the Statute of Liberty from here. Just as the sun went down you could see the bright flicker of its torch and the weathered green of its copper robes. It was so close.

Some evenings he would watch in amazement as a giant cruise ship sliced passed it through the dark green of the water as it headed for the Verrazano Narrows, and far out to sea somewhere. And as he watched it go by he would slide a can of Rheingold Beer out of his jacket and punch a hole in with a can opener, and he would daydream about leaving here.

Maybe in the morning he would go down to Livingston Street to the Draft Board and push up his draft for the Army. He could be gone in a week.

That’s what he was going to do.

Some afternoons he would play this record called, “Far Away Places,” over and over again.

“Those far away places with strange sounding names keep calling, calling to me . . . They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am…”

He had this feeling that he wanted to pack up and leave, to travel, to see places that were far away from Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn. It was such a strong feeling that it scared him sometimes, but he knew that he just had to go.

When he came down from the roof he opened up a pint of Southern Comfort that he had been saving, and he poured some of it into a shot glass. It had a sweet sort of a taste to it that made it go down easy. Too easy. Maybe he would ask them to send him to France or even Germany, he thought. Then he reached over and started playing this song by Tommy Edwards on his record player, “It’s All in the Game.”

“Many a tear has to fall, but it’s all in the game. All in the wonderful game that we know as love…”

The song made him think about Janice Joyce. She was three years older than him, and he loved being around her. She had this dark, black hair and a face so beautiful she could have been a movie star. She used to drive around in this old 1954 Ford Customline with holes punched into the exhaust pipe so the car would make a lot of noise.

There were so many guys in his neighborhood that wanted to be with her, it always amazed him that she would come looking for him up in the old Irish bars of Prospect Park West. He would see her come up to the doorway of McNulty’s saloon wearing this suede jacket with tassels on the sleeves, and she would wave to him to come out, and he would. He would quickly slide his money off of the bar and go off with her.

Since she had so many boy friends, he never understood their relationship, but he didn’t question it either. She would ask him what songs he liked and when he would tell her she would tape them off of the radio for him. One of them was Johnny Cash’s “I guess Things Happen That way,” and Conway Twitty’s “It’s Only make Believe.” Sometimes he would tell her how much he liked it when she wore her hair in an up sweep and the next time he would see her she would tell him she was wearing it that way for him because she knew he liked it.

The closest he ever came to making love to her was one Christmas weekend that the two of them were drinking a pitcher of tap beer in a back booth in Val’s Bar on 10th Avenue and Prospect. They slow danced to the sound of Tommy Edwards singing “It’s All in the Game” from the Wurlitzer Juke box in a corner of the bar, and afterwards she asked him to take her up to the top of Lookout Mountain in Prospect Park.

The two of them walked up the long rows of steps in the darkness of Prospect Park to the top of the mountain where you could see all of Brooklyn lit up in the Christmas night, and Billy reached over and started to kiss her. She pulled him close as he wrapped the hood of her parka around her to keep her face warm. It was such a clear winter night filled with stars, and Billy felt so lucky to be gently holding her face in his hands and staring at her.

As he drank the whiskey, he played the Tommy Edwards song over and over again. A little while later, he stumbled out of the building and made his way down to Helen’s Candy Store on 8th Avenue. He nodded to a few young members of a local street gang called The Jokers. He was about a year older than most of them, but he felt much older than that.

They sat lined up along the soda counter, some talking, some like Bengie just day dreaming as he stared out the front window. Along the wall was a comic book rack with rows and rows of comics like Archie, Daredevil and the Little Wiseguys, Wonder Woman, Plastic Man, last vestiges of the innocence of the 50’s.

All of them were slowly killing themselves by staying in Windsor Terrace, he thought. All of them were facing a life time of Irish working-class jobs in the factory row that lined the nearby Bay Ridge waterfront in a place called, “Industry City.” That’s where many of their relatives worked. That’s where they were headed. Or they could wind up in one of the local factories like National Metal Art on 19th Street where Billy wound up after he dropped out of Manual Training High School in South Brooklyn, eight hours a day of stepping on the pedal of a riveting machine as it slammed a rivet into the hinge of a bathroom hamper. And in the end the boredom and helplessness of it all would lead them to escape somewhere else with drinking in the Saturday night bars of 9th Avenue.

He leaned over the juke box as he punched in Gene Vincent’s,” Be -Bop- A- LuLa.” And then he walked out the door of the candy store and tried to get his balance as he hung onto the side of a car. A group of the Jokers came out of Helen’s candy store and threw his arms over their shoulders and walked him home.

The snow fell softly on them as they made their way up 17th Street. Across the street in Lenahan’s Bar, you could hear muffled laughter and men singing Christmas carols. In his head he kept hearing the words of the song, ”Those far Away Places,” and it saddened him, but he knew that he could never stay here. He knew that he might never see Janice Joyce again. And he was right.

“Those far away places with strange sounding names keep calling, calling to me.”

MERRY CHRISTMAS…

25 Thursday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Holy Name

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Merry Christmas

Wanted to take this time to wish everyone a very, Merry Christmas.

Charlie Brown

Respectfully,

Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

SATURDAY NIGHT IN THE L.E.S.

20 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in F-Train, Katz's, Prospect Park

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Delancey Street, LES, Second Avenue

Winter of 1980, late December to be exact. I’m sixteen years-old.

Girlfriend and I just broke up. I feel free now but lonely at the same time. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Or does it?

We always fight. I think I’m a jerk to her. Sometimes that is…

It’s Saturday night, we’re all hanging out by Prospect Park. My ex is talking to a boy; I’m jealous, jealous as fuck. They keep laughing with each other. They’re having fun. I’m pissed. He’s an asshole to tell you the truth.

I decide to split. I have had enough. Loud music, drinking, smoking and everyone seems to be having a good time…except me. No one says good-bye.

It’s cold anyway, real cold. My feet are frozen. My fingers feel like they will fall off any minute. I need to warm up.

I decide to jump on the train and head over to the city. It’s always warm on the train. At times during the winter we hang out down in the subway but the transit cops always kick us upstairs.

Walking across ninth avenue I hang a left down 16th street. There’s a few guys hanging outside of Farrell’s drinking containers.

Walking down the stairs I hear the train rolling into the station. I begin to sprint towards the token booth.

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Fuck it, no time to buy a token.

I rush the gate (hopping the turnstile), sprint down the stairs and take a seat on the Manhattan-bound F-train. It’s empty. Thank God there wasn’t any cops. I was like Pete Rose scoring from second base on a single. I was booking!

When I leave my friends I usually go up to the schoolyard to play ball or I head over to the city. I don’t like going home. When I am in Manhattan I feel like I am in a different world. There’s so much to do. I started hanging out in the city in the summer. I met some kids at West 4th street while I was playing ball. They were cool. We stayed in touch and have hung out a few times.

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Four days days ago I met a pretty hispanic girl on the F-train. Her name is Evelyn. She lives in the Lower East Side. I was cutting out of school that day. Evelyn was sitting across from me on an empty train. I caught her smiling at me. I smiled back. We had a nice conversation.

When she got off at Delancey Street I was bummed. Evelyn was tall with long dark hair. Her eyes were beautiful. I’m sure she had a boyfriend. We chatted from 14th street. I was shocked she wrote her number down on a piece of paper before the doors opened.

“You better call me,” she said as she stepped off the train. As the train pulled away, we looked at each other and Evelyn waved good-bye.

It’s a little after ten as the F-train pulls into the Second Avenue station. I walk up the stairs that lead to the street. There’s junkies, winos and whores all over the place.

“Suck your dick for a fin,” a dirty looking woman says to me as I walk over a bum sleeping at the top of the stairs. She’s nasty.

I begin my walk uptown. I need a chocolate egg cream from St. Mark’s Place. Plus I want to pick-up the January issue of Basketball Digest. I love the newsstand there. Anytime I am in the city I make sure to make a pit stop there.

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There’s a pay phone on the corner of East 4th and second avenue. I pull out the slip of paper with Evelyn’s number on it and a dime. I begin to dial.

The phone rings three times. Damn, hope she’s home.

“Hi is Evelyn there?” I ask.

The person who answered the phone just says, “hola,” and that was it.

“Hi this is Evelyn,” the voice said.

“Evelyn, this is Steven.”

“Oh hi, how you doin’?” She asks, sounding excited.

“I’m in the city, what are you doing?” I ask.

“Nothing, I’m just chillin’ with my cousins,” she says,

“Come out and meet me.”

“Okay, where ya wanna meet?” she asks.

“Meet me at Katz’s.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” she says.

“Bye.”

Click, she hangs up. I hang up with a smile.

I make my way over to Katz’s. I have a few dollars on me. Standing outside on the corner of East Houston and Ludlow the wind is picking up and it starts to snow.

Can’t wait until she gets here. We’ll sit down and have a knish and drink Cream soda until they close.

This is going to be a great night.

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

WELL THEN WHAT CAN A POOR BOY DO?

17 Wednesday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Pat Fenton

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Brooklyn, Eastern Parkway, Emerson Radio, Mr. Beller's Neighborhood

My guy Pat Fenton, formerly of 483 17th street checks in with a compelling piece.

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.

Click the link below to read the rest…

http://mrbellersneighborhood.com/2014/12/the-last-winter-dance-party-of-america

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

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AND THE SIGN SAYS

13 Saturday Dec 2014

Joe's Pizza new sign

Posted by Steve | Filed under Joe's Pizzeria

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MEMORIES OF US

12 Friday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Holy Name, Regina Bakery

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Bread, Memories, Schoolyard, Sun Dew

Received an e-mail from an old friend. Someone who I spent a ton of time with when we were kids.  He brought me back, way back, back into time.

Here are just a couple of things that we did together that was great – our whiffle ball games in front of the Cullen’s house…

Man, if you ever played whiffle with us, you know what my man is talking about. We kept stats. used a black marker to put our names on the back of fruit of the loom, white t-shirts and most of all, had a ball! We thought we were in the big leagues!

We played football in the snow during our Christmas break; tackle of course – in the girls yard.

That’s right, we played in the snow, tackle football. No equipment. Imagine kids today being so physical that they had to take down their friend? We’d probably see someone with a concussion or a torn ACL. I don’t know how many times I was roughed up or sacked playing tackle football – I never got hurt!

 Playing punchball in the girls schoolyard.

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The girls schoolyard was the place to be. I look there today and there’s a bunch of cars. Not only did we play punchball but stickball was another game we played…all day!

 But the kicker if you remember was we went to Clothes Tree and bought chinos so we could slide on the black top.

Clothes Tree was a clothing store on the avenue. I recall buying a pair of “Jordache” jeans there.

And don’t forget the bread from Regina Bakery and the large sun dew from the egg store for our lunch.

I loved Regina – this of course after L&J went under. Those Sun Dew’s were always passed around too. We shared.

 At the end of the day get ready for the best summer basketball league around.

Greatest summer league ever. There will never be another time in the future that comes close to the nights we spent in the yard watching as kids, then playing in the actual games.

What great memories! Memories of us…

Respectfully,

Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

VOICES…INSIDE MY HEAD

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Sports Talk Radio

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Friends

So many friends.

So many readers.

I love you all.

Some of you have never seen me nor have you heard me.

It’s been a while since some of us have talked.

Fear not.

Here’s an interview I did yesterday on the local sports talk radio station.

Enjoy

THE LADY ACROSS THE STREET

08 Monday Dec 2014

Posted by Steve in Antoinette Cicala

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Antoinette Cicala, Brownstone, Christmas, Park House, Tenth Street

I lived on 10th street between 8th and Prospect Park from 1964 to 1969; Our address was six sixty-five.

My mother’s friend Antoinette Cicala lived across the street. She was awesome. I mean there was no one like her.

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Over the weekend I received word that she passed away.

What a wonderful lady!

Funny story; One day we were hanging out, can’t even remember where it was; just recall the verbal exchange.

My mother: “Antoinette, how’s your dick?”

Everything stopped.

No one said a thing.

Jaws dropped.

We were mortified!

Embarrassed.

“MA! What did you say?” I shouted.

Turns out Antoinette’s husband’s first name was Dick.

We all got a laugh out of that one. If you knew my mother Carol, picture her saying that. LOL.

I recall being in the Park House with my mother, Antoinette and a few others. Antoinette ordered a bagel with cream cheese and tomato. I tried it that day and it’s been one of my favorites ever since.

Every Christmas Antoinette and Dick would come over and always give us money for Christmas.

They were awesome.

In their Brownstone they had a really cool pool table. I was making trick shots at nine years old.

RIP Antoinette.

Respectfully,

Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

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