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Sunday, January 12, 2020

Photos That Cheer Me Up

I love our city. Here are places, people and things I see off my bike through my eyes or in memories triggered by the view.
Charlie hanging at the tavern

87 St. bridge Carl Schurz Park


97 St Central Park right off Fifth Ave.



97 St Central Park

82 st sunset

Casey's nose on The Drive

Tommy's Yorkville world


517 east 83 street roof rory 1961

roof 2017


rory 1961

Reservoir

Sheep Meadow

Pryors only shot of  four of us together

Da Bears Thirty something st.

Angry River

Central Park Beautiful Umbrella

Tom Otterness

Gramercy Park

John & Jack measuring head size

Don Larsen week after perfect game 1956

Mom Tom Central Park




St. Stephen's 1952

LaSalle Graduation 6.12.72

2017

Yogi not holding back 1956

Carl Schurz 86 st

Telephone Bar, thank you Tim O'Mara for opportunity

Kiosk @ Astor Place #6 after Losers Lounge
"Where do the children play?"Late June on 83 St. @ 7pm Sunday unbelievably empty of kids.  

Vendor in bodega

Gramercy Park
Father Benedict Dudley, O.F.C. ny giants & ny rangers Chaplin and good friend of Wellington Mara, Vince Lombardi & Toots Shur with me after my confirmation @ May 1963

P.S. 190 sunset

Sunset from Bleecker looking south

Storm coming? No but the set up reminded me of a painting I love.

Williamsburg shining at sunset

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Rory Is Duckie Doddle

In the early 1960s, for an unbeknownst reason, the Nuns at St. Stephen of Hungary's school and certain mothers were compelled to put on a talent show every year, despite the fact, there was no talent in the student body, that is, if you discounted the Reinwald Brothers' dueling accordions act. Nobody wanted to follow John and Joe. They were good.

In my second grade, Mrs. Ottes, the show's 1962 producer and our nun, Sister Lorraine, took advantage of our recent First Communion by having the boys and girls perform a waltz in our blue suits and white communion dresses. Did you ever see me dance? I begged my parents to stay home. Faked sick that day, triggering a kick in the ass from my mother.

The following year, 1963, Rory's first grade class did something catchy. His teacher, Sister Beatrice, was pretty good with the sewing machine and made six outfits for six kids. They were duckies. The rest of the class stood behind them and sang along to the tune, while Rory and the five others shook their bloomer bottoms with the feather tails at the audience. Rory was a champion ham and stole the show. I never got the silly song out of my head.



Here's a verse from Rory's song "Little Duckie Doddle":

Little Duckie Doddle,
Liked to waddle,
With a Latin Beat.
All the duckies with him,
Got the rhythm,
when he moved his feet.


Today, is Rory's birthday ~ he would have been 59. Happy Birthday, Duckie Doddle!

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Here are a few photos from various St. Stephen talent shows in the 1960s.