aliceAugust 1961, Rory is 5, I’m 7 and it’s 96 degrees. We have shorts, tee-shirts and sneakers on. Mom couldn’t take the heat in our airless apartment and dragged the three of us over to Central Park. We start racing ahead down the path to the Alice in Wonderland statute after my father yells, “Who’s King of the Mountain?” In a side glance I catch Mom muttering, “Shit Head,” towards Dad. Rory and I get there at the same time and jump on. To pull ourselves up, I grab the Mad Hatter’s Hat and Rory hangs on to the Rabbit’s ear. We scream simultaneously, “Ouch!!!!!” Our hands are on fire, our shins are cooking and the only way to get down is to use our hands and knees to shimmy backwards across the scorching toadstools.  I think Rory’s hands were beginning to smoke. He’s down runs to Mom, she says “Nice job,” to my father, and I run over to Sailboat Lake to put my thumping hands in the water.

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alice framed by blossoms


Rory on Alice 61 MM

Rory Pryor staring at the camera’s eye 1961

alice kid on way to lexon hill

Alice May 14, 2015

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author & his brother, Rory, swimming in Bethesda Fountain 1961

Tommy.Rory. Under Bethesda Fountain.Central Park 1962

Tom & Rory Under Bethesda Fountain Central Park 1962


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