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Farrell’s Jimmy ‘Hooley’ Houlihan
by Ken Nolan 02/06/2023Neighborhood: Windsor Terrace
We always drank beer from stemmed glasses in Farrell’s. We were college kids, hair creeping down our necks, and we would meet in the crowded, gleaming bar in Brooklyn’s Windsor Terrace to plan the evening or the rest of our lives. Like our parents, we were from there—Holy Name parish—and attended local schools—Brooklyn College, St. […]
Of Love and Real Estate
by Alba Brunetti 04/01/2013Neighborhood: Park Slope, Prospect Park, Windsor Terrace
Breaking up is hard. That’s true even if you’ve been thinking about it a long time – weighing the scales back and forth. Am I better staying in this thing or am I better getting out? Sometimes it can go on for years, like it did for me. Because parts of it were perfect and […]
Christmas Eve
by Kenneth P. Nolan 12/24/2010Neighborhood: Windsor Terrace
On Sundays, we had a big roast beef or pot roast or leg of lamb which we ate Monday as leftovers. Tuesday was meat loaf or roast chicken with my Mom’s tasty gravy. Wednesday a lamb or pork chop. Thursday’s was Italian–spaghetti with meat sauce, not bad considering we were dopey Irish. Friday was Mrs. […]
The Last Day
by Ken Nolan 06/03/2010Neighborhood: Windsor Terrace
I always woke up early the last day of school. My eyes would jump open and I’d sit up and look toward the windows in my parents’ bedroom to see if morning slid through the thick wooden blinds and thin white curtains. I’d jab the bottom of the bunk bed above where my older brother […]
War
by Kenneth P. Nolan 12/25/2009Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Windsor Terrace
The only time my father talked about the War was when he was dying and Bud Pope came to visit in the hospital. “Remember the time I nearly killed the cook,” my father said somewhat weakly, “he wouldn’t give me enough food. And the Captain came over, Jack, Jack put down the gun, the only […]