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There was always a few things you did on a Sunday. Etched in stone. Habits. Routine. Good thing was there was no school.
Davey and Goliath on TV.
Church – you had to attend mass. Some people went the night before, 5:30 mass on Saturday. I hated when they passed around the collection basket, I was always broke.
Breakfast – my mother always made eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon and juice. Some mornings she would bring home a box of donuts from the donut shop on 5th avenue and 9th street.
Newspaper – Buying the Daily News at Rae and Otto’s. The comics were cool.
Coffee-Light and Sweet – Buttered roll and coffee from Pynn’s Deli.
Football on Farragut Road – Farrell’s had a dynamite team. Rough-touch. I would wait outside the bar early in the morning for a ride. McBears would put a team in the league and soon win a championship.
Boys Schoolyard – Every Sunday. But it had to be after the last mass was over. Probably around 1 p.m. – some days I would stay home and watch the Jets or Giants.
Early dinner – Mom made pasta, sauce and meatballs. We usually ate around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. No wonder I was starving at 6.
Hanging out at night – Whether it was on the avenue. Parkside. Down the subway steps. We would always chill out and kick it. Shoot the breeze. Listen to music. Talk about sports, rock bands and of course play cards.
Good-Night – If you had a sweetheart, you walked her home when it was time to say good-bye. Holding hands walking down the street. Kissing her good night and saying, “I love you.”
Those were the days my friends…
Have a positive week and deep breath it…
-Steve
E-Mail: SteveFinamore@yahoo.com