Shore Road Park, 79th street in Bay Ridge.
Thanks to Rich Nolan for image.
Thanks to Glenn Thomas for posting…
This incident in Brooklyn breaks my heart. If you come across an attack, do all you can to help the victim. We can’t allow these punks to get away with this behavior.
Received word that Jimmy Houlihan will be making his final appearance behind the bar at Farrell’s.
That’s right sports fans, better known as “Hooley,” one of the nicest people from the neighborhood will be calling it quits. He’s hanging up his bar towel.
Jimmy started working at Farrell’s in 1965.
His last shift behind the stick will be Saturday, November 16 at 3:30.
Thanks for everything Hooley! You were always very nice to me.
I miss the days of going into Farrell’s just to say hi to him. While walking past Farrell’s I would peek through the large window facing 9th avenue to see if he was working. Sure enough, there he would be wiping it down or pouring a drink for someone. I’d enter through the front door and strike up a conversation with him. He always greeted me with smile.
Hooley was a friend to all. One of the nicest guys you could ever meet. He did so much for the neighborhood over the years.
The world needs more people like Jimmy Houlihan!
Here’s a link to a story that was written about Jimmy four years ago. https://www.brooklynpaper.com/stories/38/48/dtg-farrells-bartender-hall-of-fame-2015-11-27-bk.html
Received sad news this morning.
My Aunt Eleanor passed away last night. She was my mom’s older sister.
I loved that woman so much.
As a young boy when I would visit my cousins she always made me feel so good. She went out of her way to make me feel part of her family. I always felt like her son.
Aunt Ellie was tough but fair. Her discipline was what I needed. It’s what all kids need. You messed up, she let you know. Aunt Eleanor did a wonderful job raising her sons and daughters; Lenny (RIP), Ellie, Corbett, Michael and Dori.
Before her family moved to Greenwood Lake, I recall spending New Year’s Eve at her house on 13th street between 3rd and 4th avenues. We didn’t have any noise makers so she would bust out the pots and pans from her kitchen and we would go outside in front of the house and ring in the new year… the old school way.
Aunt Eleanor and her family left the concrete jungle for fresh air, trees and green grass.
Summers spent up in Greenwood Lake were times I will never forget.
My mother, older brother, young sister and yours truly would take the bus from Port Authority in Manhattan and two hours later arrive in town where Eleanor was always waiting to pick us up and take us back to the house.
On warm summer nights we would drive to the local ball field to watch Michael and Corbett play for the Greenwood Lake Elks softball team under the lights. I thought it was the coolest thing.
In the winter, in my early twenties, I would hop on the bus at Port Authority, this time alone to watch little Ellie play hoops for Tuxedo High School. For two straight years their team made it to States in Glens Falls, New York. Eleanor and I would sit in the stands and cheer Ellie on.
Most of all, Aunt Ellie’s love and warmth shown to me made me feel like a million dollars.
Their home in Greenwood Lake was sweet. And boy was it huge. I was jealous. We lived in a five-room, railroad apartment on Ninth Avenue. They had a really cool built-in swimming pool out back. We would also play wiffle ball on their lawn.
The first time I watched E.S.P.N. was at their house in Greenwood Lake. One Friday night when we arrived for the weekend Eleanor grabbed the channel changer and found the all-sports station. Cable was unavailable in Brooklyn so every time we visited I would sit on the couch at night and watch TV.
Aunt Ellie boosted my self-esteem. She knew I was a sports junkie.
We often spent Thanksgivings up at the Lake. Aunt Ellie always prepared the best dinner. Seemed like she was always standing in the kitchen working her ass off while everyone was seated or watching football. She was kind and thoughtful. It was always about others, not about her.
When I was 13 we talked about me possibly moving to Greenwood Lake so I could live with Ellie and my cousins. It fell through, I chickened out. Would have been cool though.
Years later when Eleanor moved back to Brooklyn she drove a sweet looking Lincoln. When I finally got my driver’s license, I didn’t own a car but wouldn’t you know it, she let me use her Lincoln often.
A viewing will be held at The Colonial Funeral Home, 2819 Hylan Boulevard, Staten Island, NY on Thursday 10/17/19 from 4:00-8:00pm.
A Mass will be celebrated at St. Charles R.C. Church, 200 Penn Avenue, Staten Island, NY on Friday 10/18/19 at 9:15am.
Rest in peace Aunt Ellie, you were one of the best…
Your nephew, Steven.
This morning while browsing the on-line version of the New York Post I came across this story. (Click the link…)
Duress’ first time in Rikers was a decade ago, for petty larceny. He’s been sent there some 10 times on charges ranging from heroin possession to identity theft. In fact, he was at Rikers when his big break, “Heaven Knows What,” premiered at the New York Film Festival in 2014.
Back in the day in our neighborhood there were kids who made poor choices.
Let’s face it, things weren’t easy growing up in the 70’s and 80’s.
We all had our challenges, I sure did. And there were times I didn’t handle the challenges facing me very well.
Temptation, peer pressure, the streets and low self-esteem contributed to the downfall of many teenagers, including me.
You are not born a bad person. You are not born a good person. We are born choosers. Your choices determine how you progress through life.
Make a poor choice, you’re going to pay for it.
Make a good choice, most likely things go well.
Your upbringing, the environment you live in and thinking you can do what you want are just a few factors determining how your life shapes up.
Someone once said, “show me your friends and I can show you your future.”
Forming positive habits and working on them daily is the key. Making positive and healthy choices every day is what will help you on your journey.
Do drugs – you’re hurting yourself. Drink irresponsibly – you’re hurting the ones who love you. These two deviant behaviors lead to self-destruction.
Mental health is a popular subject these days. Anxiety and depression are two areas people are struggling with. Quick question; Were we as kids dealing with these things and not knowing it? Did anyone go to a doctor and get diagnosed as bipolar?
The signs were there. I can sit here and list many examples, but I will hold off.
I am happy society is stepping up and putting emphasis on mental health. But it pains me when someone commits suicide because they can’t cope, especially teenagers. The numbers are increasing.
I hope the talented actor in the article above learns his lesson. He’s surely fighting some serious issues.
Work on your positive habits today. Main thing is we can’t give up.
Give a Good Day.