“I can’t imagine a person being a success who doesn’t give this game of life everything’s he got.” -Walter Cronkite
Think back to all the hard workers from our neighborhood.
Really think about it.
The Ironworker who got up at the crack of dawn to build the city.
The cop or fireman…putting on the uniform every day to protect and serve across New York City.
The schoolteacher at Holy Name who had to teach the daily lesson and deal with us kids.
All the shopkeepers across 9th avenue opening their business to serve the neighborhood. (Is John still delivering for United on that bike?)
Work ethic. That’s what it was always about. Whether it was the 1960’s, 70’s, 80’s, or 90’s…
Today in 2017 the same holds true. Nothing’s changed.
Nothing gets done without the work.
That’s one lesson I wish I learned back in the day.
My work ethic was poor. Below average for sure.
Thank God that changed. I even was able to teach the timeless lesson to our 17 year-old daughter Taylor.
She’s taken it and ran with it…We watch her every day. Whether it’s getting up early for school (by herself) and most important, going to her after-school job. (Saturday’s and Sunday’s too).
Just the other day she said to me, “They took me off Sunday’s.”
I said that’s great you get a day off now.
“NO DAD, I WANNA WORK!” She replied.
Have a great day!
Tuesday afternoon – May 12
“Yo Billy, don’t park your car over on ninth street,” Mikey warned his friend while they sat on the parkside enjoying a container from Farrell’s.
“Why not?” Billy wondered.
“Cause, read this,” Mikey replied, handing the newspaper to Billy.
Wednesday night – May 6
Been walking around now for about an hour.
The streets are empty.
Got nowhere to go. All my friends went home.
The weather is getting warmer, so glad the winter is over. The snow was all fucked up. Too much of it if you ask me. But now, at two a.m. all I wanna do is be alone.
Mom and I had a big fight.
Girlfriend won’t talk to me.
There’s a greasy spoon open 24 hours down on seventh avenue and ninth street. Smiley’s is open, maybe I’ll grab a slice. But the walk is so far.
Seems like all I do is walk.
As I pass Farrell’s I see a few guys at the bar.
I’m too young to get served.
Rangers lost tonight to the Caps; they trail the series 3-1.
These guys in here love the Rangers.
All I do is wave to them, they wave back, I keep walking towards the park.
Crossing the circle I make my way along Prospect Park West. I’ll walk to ninth street, hang a left and go down to seventh avenue. Ninth street at night scares me. Never know who you bump into.
One time these three kids tried to jump me on eighth avenue. I ran from them.
Down on the corner of ninth street and seventh avenue I see some guys outside Smiley’s.
They’re laughing. Having a good time.
There’s a cop car parked at the bus stop.
I peek into Smiley’s, it’s pretty empty except for the cops.
I slide my hand in my pocket and pull out some money.
“Two slices and a small coke,” I say to the guy behind the counter.
“Coming right up,” he answers as he throws the slices in the oven.
I sit down at a table and stare out the window. The kids are still outside. I see one chase the other out to the street. Think they are the 7th avenue boys. We had a fight with them in the winter. Hope they don’t recognize me.
To my left are two cops eating their pizza. I’m safe. They don’t talk very much to each other. Cops are quiet until they tell you to get off the corner. All they do is chew and sip their drinks, enjoying their pizza.
I notice a tall black kid walk in and order. He looks at me.
“Red, that you?” he asks.
I look at him.
Wanting not to say anything I have no choice.
“Yo Keith, what’s up?”
On the avenue?
DNAinfo’s Leslie Albrecht reports on a stick-up on PPW.
Two masked men with guns held up Cohen’s Fashion Optical on Seventh Avenue and Seventh Street in Park Slope at 8:23 p.m. on April 14 and two armed robbers struck Windsor Wine Merchants on Prospect Park West and 16th Street at 8:48 p.m. the same night, police said.
The NYPD did not immediately respond to a request for comment on whether the two incidents were related.
The robbery at the wine shop shocked customers in Windsor Terrace, where serious crime is rare, said a wine shop manager who preferred not to be named. He added that locals generally feel safe in part because Windsor Terrace “is a cop-heavy neighborhood,” with police often seen socializing at Farrell’s bar or getting a bite to eat at Terrace Bagels.“It’s a safe neighborhood,” the manager said. “Even though we’re going to take measures to make our store safer, we feel safe in this neighborhood. We see it as a spontaneous, isolated incident.”
Come on man!