The Bowery Boys / Los Chicos del Bowery

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I FOUND THE above photo of my father and some of his friends and it made me laugh. What a crew. They remind me of the Bowery Boys (aka, the Dead End Kids and the Eastside Kids), a group of New York City film characters originating in the late 1930s and running through the 1950s.

The Bowery is the oldest street in Manhattan and was a Native American footpath before the Dutch settled the area in 1626. It’s also the name of the surrounding neighborhood on New York’s Lower East Side. I had an uncle who had a bar there, inherited from his father in the 1940s. It had already seen better days. Although I really don’t know what better days ever looked like on The Bowery.

My father labeled the photo:
“DAVE, SKULL, ACK, PINO, FISHER, TABRISKY. MARCH 3, 1944. ”
My father (Dave), top left, wasn’t yet 18.

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ENCONTRÉ LA FOTO de arriba de mi padre y algunos de sus amigos y me hizo reír. Qué tripulación. Me recuerdan a los Bowery Boys (también conocidos como East Side Kids y Dead End Kids), un grupo de personajes de las películas de la ciudad de Nueva York que se originaron a finales de los años 1930 y se prolongaron hasta la década de 1950.

El Bowery es la calle más antigua de Manhattan y fue un sendero nativo americano antes de que los holandeses se establecieran el área en 1626. También es el nombre del vecindario que rodea el Lower East Side de Nueva York. Tuve un tío que tenía un bar allí, heredado de su padre en la década de 1940. Ya había visto días mejores. Aunque realmente no sé qué días mejores se han visto en The Bowery.

Mi padre etiquetó la foto:
“DAVE, SKULL, ACK, PINO, FISHER, TABRISKY. MARCH 3, 1944. ”
Mi padre (Dave), arriba a la izquierda, aún no tenía 18 años.

The real Bowery Boys from the movies.
Los Bowery Boys reales de las peliculas.

My mother used to sing me this song!
¡Mi madre solía cantarme esta canción!

El Bowery! el Bowery!
Dicen tales cosas y hacen cosas extrañas.
En el Bowery! El Bowery!
Nunca más iré allí

A Little Island On The Hudson

Friday morning, I took the subway to 34th Street in Midtown Manhattan, shopped at the original Macy’s, and then met our wonderful old friends Cesar and Daisy (who trained down from Connecticut) for a long walk and lunch. The plan was to walk The High Line, a new park opened in 2009.

Per the official website (click here), The High Line is an elevated freight rail line transformed into a free, public park on Manhattan’s Westside. It runs from the Meatpacking District (around West 14th Street) all the way to West 34th Street. In New York, 20 city blocks equals 1 mile (1.6 km). Given that The High Line meanders here and there between 10th and 12th Avenues, the elevated park runs for more than 1 mile.

I have more to share from my day in “The City.” It was all exhilarating. But the best part was simply spending time with Cesar and Daisy, and being reminded of how lucky we are to have such incredible friends in our lives.

 (“Metropolize” any image by clicking on it).

LOOKING BACK TOWARD 34TH STREET AFTER ENTERING THE HIGH LINE.
PENN STATION IS BEYOND ALL THOSE TRAIN CARS.
HISTORIC PENN STATION WAS DEMOLISHED IN 1963.
DAISY WAITING FOR ME TO CATCH UP.
ANOTHER VIEW OF THE TRAINS.
A NEW GRAND PENN STATION IS ANTICIPATED IN 10+ YEARS.
THE OLD RAILS TURNED INTO A FOOTPATH.
OUR FRIENDS FOR NEARLY 30 YEARS (SINCE PRE-SCHOOL… UM.. MAYBE NOT).
LOCAL ARTISTS FEATURED ALONG THE WAY.
I DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE PARTS OF THE CITY ANYMORE.
A MIX OF THE OLD AND NEW… AND ART.
A NOOK.
OLD NEW YORK.
ANOTHER VIEW.
A GRAND OLD NEW YORK BUILDING FRAMED BY THE NEW.
RUSTY RAILWAY ART AND MODERN ARCHITECTURE.
I LOVED THIS BUILDING…
…AND THE DOG WATCHING THE TRAFFIC DOWN BELOW.
ART FRONTING MORE OF THE NEW … AND THE OLD.
ACCESSIBLE AT INTERVALS ONLY FROM THE STREET BELOW,
AND FLANKED BY OLD AND MOSTLY NEW CONSTRUCTION.
A BIT OF A TRAFFIC JAM…
AND THIS WAS A CHILLY, OVERCAST DAY.
MORE ART… I THINK.  A SET OF EXIT STAIRS TO THE
STREET AT RIGHT (YOU HAVE TO GO UP TO GO DOWN).
A NEW AND EVER-CHANGING SKYLINE.
BUT I KNOW THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING!
MAYBE A 5-BEDROOM APARTMENT FOR $20-MILLION… PLUS?
A NEWLY THRIVING 10TH AVENUE DOWN BELOW.
A BIT SURREAL.
NEARING WEST 14TH STREET…
… AN OUTDOOR CAFE.
LOOKING BACK AT THE CAFE.
ACROSS THE HUDSON RIVER TO HOBOKEN, NEW JERSEY.
AND MAYBE A REST ON A CHAISE LOUNGE.

Brooklyn Diner Dining And Doggy Bags

Having a meal out with The Dowager Duchess usually results in carrying home a doggy bag for a non-existent dog. The Duchess is a light eater and eating light is an impossibility at just about any Brooklyn diner (not to be confused with the brand-named “Brooklyn Diner” in Manhattan). A Brooklyn diner meal for one could easily serve three.

Our favorite nearby Brooklyn diner is the Parkview Diner on Cropsey Avenue. That’s where last week’s photo of the three of us was taken (click here). The Parkview Diner is also where you’ll find photos on the menu of the Coney Island Parachute Jump along with the sailors my mother and her friend Harriet “picked up” in 1946. (Click here for that shocking story from The Duchess’s past.)

IMAGES OF THE PARKVIEW DINER ON ONE OF OUR DREARY NEW YORK DAYS.
(CLICK THE DINER PHOTOS TO ENLARGE.)
THE TAKE-OUT MENU. AN ABBREVIATED VERSION OF THE OVER-SIZED MENU.
(THE PARACHUTE JUMP AND THE DOWAGER DUCHESS’S SAILORS, BOTTOM RIGHT PANEL.)

My mother usually gets at least one meal at home out of what she can’t finish at a diner. But, she’s now in the habit of taking home things for Chucky (the Kid Brother), as well.

FREE STUFF… AND FREE REFILLS.
(AND, MY SPANISH FRIENDS, FREE REFILLS ON DRINKS, TOO!)
MORE FREE STUFF… ALSO BOTTOMLESS.
(EL GRECO DINER, IN NEARBY SHEEPSHEAD BAY, HAS PEPPERONI/CHEESE BREAD!)

The Dowager Duchess doesn’t go anywhere without precision-folded plastic bags in her purse. If she notices there are crackers, bread sticks, or bread remaining in the bread basket, she says, “Give me that for Chucky.” Left-over French fries? “I’ll take those for Chucky.” Extra dinner napkins (the paper ones), “Chucky likes those. Pass them to me.” I asked The Duchess if Chucky would like the silverware. Her quick response, “He doesn’t need silverware.” (Then I got “the look.”)

I ATE LIGHT ONE DAY… A FOUR-EGG OMELET AND HASH BROWNS (FOR TWO).
(THAT’S A 13-INCH PLATTE.R)
JUMBO BLACK & WHITE COOKIES WERE A FAVORITE OF MY SISTER DALE AND ME.
(I RESTRAINED MYSELF. BESIDES, I LIKED THEM BETTER WITH HARD ICING.)

Since San Geraldo never witnessed this kind of behavior during his childhood in South Dakota (it’s the norm in New York), he usually looks a bit embarrassed. The Duchess tries to ease his embarrassment by saying, “Well, it’s already on the table. They’re just going to throw it out anyway.”

On our flight to Dublin, we had lots of packaged items. I grabbed them all and said, “Save these for Chucky” (which would again have gotten me “the look” from the Dowager Duchess). Then, I ate them all. As they used to say on the Star-Kist Tuna commercials, “Sorry Charlie!”

SORRY CHARLIE!