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Maybe he did, or maybe he didn’t, but whether it’s legend or fact, the story goes that young George Washington chopped down a cherry tree. But in Brooklyn, after journeying to America from Bari, Italy, my immigrant grandfather—aka Poppa—simply slept under his. His Eden was a small backyard wedged between two other homes on Seventeenth Street between 9th and 10th [...]
There we were, recent college graduates stuffed with random knowledge and useless information, still hanging out, wasting our time. The economy of the mid-to-late 1970s hadn’t been kind to boomer college grads. The Vietnam war had ended in defeat. A president had resigned in disgrace. New York City was facing bankruptcy, its economy in tatters. The American Dream no longer [...]
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. John’s, St. Francis, ones that [...]
