|Ed Galante teaching at LaSalle, 1972.|
|at wedding 1984.|
I liked "Eddie Baby" Galante. He taught bookkeeping to me and 38 other jerks in junior year. We busted his balls. He'd bust ours right back. If you were in the rear of the class yapping it up, he'd yell your name out, "Pryor!" point to you and give you the finger.
|LaSalle '72 Yearbook cover.|
|Seaman's Institute 6.12.72|
(dramatic pause while the kid adjusts himself and knows what's coming, Galante speaks)
"After failing out of community college in your second semester, you'll be promoted directly to that 32B doorman job on 72nd Street you've been bragging about, your best friend will continue to be Ripple Red until Gallo discontinues the product and you switch over to Colt 45 tall boys. You'll sell pot on the side, live with your parents until they kick you out at 32, and you move into that great room with the hot plate and chipped paint at the Franklin SRO on 87th Street."
Graduation week Galante signed my 1972 LaSalle yearbook. Above is his note and photo.
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