Fifty-one years ago this week, I was lowered into the 1961 Yankee bullpen and shook hands with future Hall of Famers. This event blew my seven-year-old mind. In 2008, the New York Times published the story. What follows is the full version of the events of that day… The Boy in the Bullpen I barehanded… Read more »
“I used to ride in my father’s rumble seat,” Dad told me once while we sat at the bar in Loftus Tavern. As Dad drank a short beer and I sipped a coke, I wondered, What’s a rumble seat? I asked. He said, “It was a seat that hinged out of the back of the car. It felt like… Read more »
Just past noon, Buddy McMahon and I jumped into the parade at 61st Street joining our classmates and teachers from LaSalle Academy marching up Fifth Avenue. This was non-regulation—starting the parade late and dressed as clowns (we paid the piper with a “knuck off the head” from Brother Brendan the next day at school). We broke off at the Met Museum to run east to… Read more »
