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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Why I could never have Piloted a Plane

I would be too nervous

2. I could not understand a Friggin' thing the Instructor or Tower were talking about!

Sunday, February 9, 2014

8 year old Eddie's question about The Ed Sullivan Beatle show got me to thinking...

what are my earliest childhood Memories???

1950 (I was 4) Timmy was born (or was it Eddie?) & we could not go in the Hospital. Dad left Alyce in charge & we saw Mother from the street as she waved to us from the 4th floor window. Michael (or was it Timmy?) did not get to see her because he had fallen through the street grate and was trapped.

September 1951 (I was 5) and I remember running the Nuns ragged as I ran through St Ambrose on my 1st day of 1st grade. They couldn't catch me as I ran from the first floor to the second floor, where I hid in the "cloak room"...then back to the first floor.
The other kids were going Nuts!
Finally, a Nun yelled out, "we are calling your Mother!" and I gave myself up.Mother came & got me. We walked home, crossing the Boulevard at "D" street (where there was no light) and not "C" street...Mother did not want to have to explain to Joe the Park Guard.

June 1953 (I had just turned 8) BROKE...er..."hurt" my ankle playing Box Ball when I chased a grounder hit by Anthony Schiambi & just half my foot made it over the curb.

I turned 9 in 1955, the year Eddie was born. Eddie was born in May, same month as me and...

Grand mom Falato was visiting our next door neighbors in July while Michael & I were burning ants on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass in the HOT sun when Grand mom missed the railing & tumbled down 13 steps & fell smack dab on my 72 pound back! Causing me to run rampant around "D" street as I attempted to catch my breath while Michael couldn't stop laughing!
In 1956 I remember Dad & Alyce arriving home in a Taxi with our first TV.

I also remember in 1956 (I was now 11) that Adlai Stevenson (a Democrat) was running agains Ike (a Republican) for President. That's when I told Dad & Mother..."I think I am a Republican"

I could go on...

Kareem looms Large in Los Angeles...

Sunday afternoon in Lancaster & the S---!@#! keeps falling from the sky!

50 years ago today. Tell me how this went down at "D" Street

I was 8 years old, I need you guys to tell me about the scene at "D" Street.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Thursday, February 6, 2014

We have been without electricity since Tues night! Reading by lantern, eating crackers & water. Luckily, I was able to Gerry-rig a portable generator (w/ some help from Joe White) to give us some power. PP&L says it could last for 3 more days! And another Storm due this weekend!!!!@#$%!!

"We don't have ladders long enough to reach Blossom Hill, let 'em wait 'til the Thaw..."

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

"I read the news today, oh boy!"

And it said that the average yearly snowfall in Lancaster is 25 inches. The news went on to say that as of Feb 04 we have had 48 inches and the weather report is predicting Ice & Snow tonight! Oh yea, and more snow due this weekend! The good News is that Spring is just 45 days from today...

About a lucky man who made the grade;
And though the news was rather sad,
Well, I just had to laugh—
I saw the photograph . . .

He blew his mind out in a car;
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared;
They'd seen his face before;
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today, oh boy;
The English Army had just won the war.
A crowd of people turned away;
But I just had to look,
Having read the book.
I'd love to turn you on . . .

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head;
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup;
And looking up, I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
Made the bus in seconds flat;
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke;
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream . . .

I read the news today, oh boy;
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire;
And though the holes were rather small,
They had to count them all.
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on . . .