,Ohh yes...if you are gonna get wild about beer, you better also mention our PIZZA, PIZZA, PIZZA craze....stretching back a mile...
Oddly enough, when I think of Pizza, I think of Lent, where us Catholics, had to give up meat on Fridays...cuz' our family was not a big fish-eating crowd...Maybe an ocaissonal Mrs Paul's Frozen Fish Sticks...that's about it...(to this day, I have yet to try lobster and probably never will)...
Why Pizza and Lent...???...
I must have ate a thousand John's Frozen Cheese Pizzas, when I was a young, hungry bugger...and I thought it was a sumptuous delight...And it was just a given, I'd be tossing some JOHN's into the oven....for 10 minutes...pre-heating...then another 10 minutes to cook it up...during Lent or any time a late night snack, was needed...
But as I grew older, I realized, those mini, 7 inch in diameter, pizzas, were downright icky, atrocious...The frozen crust...bland, hard-as-a-rock cardboard...with a smidgen of tainted sauce and tasteless cheese on top...Atrocious, doesn't do it justice...You couldn't get starving kids in Africa, to eat that stuff, these days...
And if you had any good sense, there was fresh pizza pie available, at a whole bunch of great pizza joints, all over the south-side...I definitely remember FALCO'S...(only a block and a half away on 87th Street...)
Absolutely dynamite, and my sisters had Falco's on speed dial, every Friday Night, they got stuck at home, baby-sitting me, with their boyfriend...We all munched away, endlessly, the gooey cheese., and mouth-watering crust...probably chugging down some Pepsi's...too...
For some strange reason, nobody finds a correlation between great pizza & the south-side, but I sure do...Deep Dish---Giordano's was down on 63rd...Thin Crust--at least a dozen truly awesome places come to mind...
Fox's...(100th & Western)
Falco's...(87th)
Dan's...(87th)
Crazy Sicilian...(87th)
Chucks...(102nd & Western)
Palermo's...(95th & Pulaski)
Rosario's...(95th)
Nick & Vito's...(84th & Pulaski)
Waldo Cooney's...(double-decker pizza, 79th)
Sailor's Pub...(79th)
Tu Kynds...(103rd)
Home Run Inn...(35th/west Comiskey Park area, or frozen, any grocery/supermarket)
That's 12...just off the top of my head....Oh yeah, there is definitely more...
The pizza of the South-Side really was one of the topics, of endless debate...We'd call each other crazy fools, for liking one pizza joint over another...In reality, they all were quite good, usually an old family recipe, nobody in their right mind, would ever venture, to invent...
And surely, the pizza craze stemmed over into the pizzas you could make yourself...pizza kits.
You'd save a ton of dough & get a fresh crust, a container of sauce and a bag of mozzarella cheese....It wasn't fancy, but it gave you a chance to add different things like oregano and Italian sausage, pepperoni...It was a supreme challenge we felt that our home-made batch would turn out amazingly good...(but they really did suck...)...Undoubtedly, our pizza senses were rather erratic...but our fascination and love of pizza only grew stronger and stronger...as the years rolled on...
From the crude crew that devoured cold pizza, leftover in the refrigerator, the next morning or the crazy kids that endlessly dreamed of owning their own thriving pizza parlors, someday...There is something amazingly special and rare, inside tose pies...an essence of Americana, thru & thru.
Pizza...such a yummy snack, a complete dinner attack, a fun food for all, having such a ball...that weekly, fun family ritual, getting us running to the table, and digging deep, and hard, into our very fabric of life...hidden inside every delectable slice...
I don't know about you...but I'm getting pretty hungry...and with PIZZA almost available in almost every conceivable dimension...today...It's PIZZA TIME in nothing flat...
Sure, the luster has lost a bit of its glow....yet when see that hot, round pie, all cheesy and bubbly, a sweet-sweet, warm scent of sauce...floating all about...it's almost impossible not to want to grab a piece of pie, right then and there...thrusting it into your mouth, even though it would scaldingly scorch your tongue...to pieces, from that intense heat...
Love it or leave it....no way...simply gotta have it....no matter where you are...good old delicious Pizza...everywhere & anywhere, and truly cooking down on the South-Side, long, long ago...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
ALL My Beer Cans
Hey People...I guess everyone wants to know what made that young mind of Jim O'Leary click, way back when...Well, of course, sports, no doubt, was beyond huge, collecting baseball cards and Wacky Packages and such, were very cool...but I wouldn't call it an obsession...
Now, on the other hand, when 4th Grade rolled around, and I walked down about 15 steep, dark steps into the large basement at Eddie Bar's house...and saw his enormous beer can collection....boom...right there, I knew I had to get my own BEER CAN COLLECTION going...
There, me & Eddie B and some buds like Slim and Moodo and Johnny Murph and Neil and Marty...oh yeah, Fitz too...all built like toothpicks, bounding down those steps, after playing some brutal basketball in Eddie's backyard court, checking out Eddie's beer can collection which stretched across about a 25 foot glimmering, colorful sea, of aluminum, about 4 stacks high...maybe even further. Yes, it was incredibly, mind-blowing...
So my adventure of collecting began, as Eddie just gave me a few extra rare, kick-ass, beer cans, he had piled up, somewhere in his basement, whispering to me...Don't let my brothers find out, ever, or they will kill me...!!!...
I ran back home and instantly, cleared off a corner in my bedroom, on top of my desk, where both me and my brothers, were supposed to study...(at least they were)...but our minds would instantly wander to the stack of beer cans, 2 feet in front of them, stacked up so high...
I could hear the sizzling sound of popping open a brewski and all the various funky flavors of malty brews...as I glared & stared with delight...
What were those inital illustrious cans...???...
Possibly an Iron City Pittsburgh Steeler Can that had a 1975 team photo emblazoned across it, with legends like Terry Bradshaw and Lynn Swann, Franco Harris, Rocky Bleir, Jack Lambert, Mean Joe Greene...all looking back at me...
Other rare cans, were the gold/black label, Budweiser Malt Liquor, so rare and so cool looking. Old Frothingslosh, was a hoot, with a large buxom, beauty queeen, lady from yesteryear, on its label...The little 8oz cans of the metallic green Rolling Rocks, a favorite, of mine, also...
I could go on and on, because my beer can collecting became an obsession, overnight, and I had to keep reminding my family members, to keep an eagle eye out, for any cool cans...Even my Dad, had a bit of fun, because, my Mom, of course, would stumble upon a display of rare beer cans, on one of her always famous, shopping jaunts.
And these little aluminum gems, were still filled with lots of luscious beer...yummy, yummy beer, so my Dad would drink a few of these rare beauties, in our basement, as we were watching some sports or old black & white, 1930's Popeye cartoons, (his favorite growing up) on our old Zenith color TV...
I can even remember my Dad, anxious to try a can of Knickerbocker beer, from the East Coast, because my Dad said, he drank some of that stuff, back while he was in service, in World War II.
I think my Dad, even slightly delved into his past, a thing he never did, as he took a sip after sip, just harking back to a bygone era...Even on a rare out-of-state trip for a family wedding up around Detroit, there I was, digging thru dirty garbage cans, looking for cool beer cans, like the popular Rolling Rocks, up around eastern Michigan...
I'm sure some of my brothers and sisters can remember their contribution to my collection began to take off and rise up to around 150 rare and everyday cans...I do remember my sister, Joan, coming home with a bunch of Naragansett beer cans which was made in Rhode Island. Instantly. I grabbed the sack of a dozen cans, and hustled out our door, ready to trade them with my rabid, rowdy, bunch of friends...
Digging along the railroad tracks, in the hot sun, with Neil Krull and Marty Eck, up around 79th Street was awesome, too, because we'd find old, ancient rusty cans beyond compare, expensive cans of cone-top Strohs...amidst the meandering, menacing, wild grass, that stood high and wild, all over the place...behind the Firestone tire facility...
These damn frightful relics, older than old, maybe from the 50's, we'd come across, were as rusty as can be, holes and dents, gnarled into them, just a smidgen of the old label still recognizeable. Evilly wicked cans, nobody in their right mind, would even touch, but that didn't stop us...
And also, on Sundays, the flea market was open at our local drive-in theatre, next to the Zayre, off 75th & Western. The beer can craze was in full force there, with all kinds of vendors, piling up rare cans, along their displays as we wandered like misceivous fools, all about...
Marty even had a bit of flair, stealing a few cans, now and then, because he just couldn't go home, without those rare commodities, sometimes. He just had a whimsical knack for devilish things...
It truly was a huge obsession for all us kids, as you can tell and I believe all of us, young and old, back in the mid 70's got a huge chuckle, from adding some kind of crazy new can, every so often...Sure, the John Travolta craze was in full gear, disco blaring away, movies like Paul Newman's SLAPSHOT or the ever scary, CARRIE, horror classic, was up on the screen, at our theatres...
Nobody was finding some bizarre correlation between teenage drinking & beer cans, yet. It was as harmless as beanie babies or Cabbage Patch dolls or even Wii consules...
Sadly, as the 80's crept in...inevitably...out of the blue...we eventually sold the illustrious 86th Street house...
Such a sad, sad day for me, as I packed up my beer can collection, holding back tears, ever so gently and ever so slowly, placing these momentos into a huge cardboard box, to be set aside and sold at our garage sale, we held, days before we left the 86th Street, South-Side, for good...
My mind just wandered back to the exact moment, I had found each memorable beauty, each can a treasure of sorts, with a little bit of fun and adventure attached to each and every one...
Today, sadly enough, beer can collecting, is almost gone...Only my good friends, Karla & Eric, still have a giant can collection...in their basement on the North-Side on Warrick Avenue. Karla, so, so proud, she had kept her childhood collection, up to snuff...
And me and Eric and Karla, can't help laughing at how crazy all of those cans, made us go nuts, back when we were young kids...Just a hoot and just a great, great time...looking upon those cans...stacked behind their bar...for everyone to oooh and ahhh...over.
Maybe, it lost its charm, to some, but to me, I'd stack up a beer can collection, somewhere, someway, in a second, if I had room somewhere, in our Lake House, in Williams Bay, today....
Hey....Those were MY & all us kooky 70's kids, delicious, nutritious, beer cans...!!!...
We drank em'...We stuck em' up in stacks aplenty...and we looked foreward to stacking them all the way up to the ceiling...if we could...and we nearly darn did...
Each and every one of those beverage containers...gnarly or pristine...dented or faded, obscurely rare or common as common gets. It was cooler than cool, no two ways about it. All us kids from then, would agree double, maybe triple, with those sentiments...
We were a loud and proud bunch...even us quiet ones...back then, whenever, the topic of beer cans...arose...And we grew up with an extra-special, greater appreciation for all the various cultures & places, stretched across our nation...and even across our globe...wherever BEER was BIG...
Fosters from Australia...Sapporro from Japan...LaBatts from Canada...Dos XXX from Mexico
That's almost everywhere you go...naturally...to us...Exploring our notion...that beer brought everyone together... forever...
I am getting a bit thirsty...reading all this...pondering all of the compelling aspects of BEER CAN COLLECTING...I guess I'm still a wee bit obssessed. Why not be...???...
It was alot of fun...and I'm still looking for the entire 14 collector can series of Scmidtt beer of Philadelphia that was impoosible to attain...Betcha it cost a fortune on e-Bay nowadays...
So now you know...a little more...a funny, funny, forgotten fragment of history, a neat little nook of nostalgia, locked away, from so long ago...which you all can laugh and laugh about...because our innocence & stupidity...were in abundance back then, for sure...
Now, on the other hand, when 4th Grade rolled around, and I walked down about 15 steep, dark steps into the large basement at Eddie Bar's house...and saw his enormous beer can collection....boom...right there, I knew I had to get my own BEER CAN COLLECTION going...
There, me & Eddie B and some buds like Slim and Moodo and Johnny Murph and Neil and Marty...oh yeah, Fitz too...all built like toothpicks, bounding down those steps, after playing some brutal basketball in Eddie's backyard court, checking out Eddie's beer can collection which stretched across about a 25 foot glimmering, colorful sea, of aluminum, about 4 stacks high...maybe even further. Yes, it was incredibly, mind-blowing...
So my adventure of collecting began, as Eddie just gave me a few extra rare, kick-ass, beer cans, he had piled up, somewhere in his basement, whispering to me...Don't let my brothers find out, ever, or they will kill me...!!!...
I ran back home and instantly, cleared off a corner in my bedroom, on top of my desk, where both me and my brothers, were supposed to study...(at least they were)...but our minds would instantly wander to the stack of beer cans, 2 feet in front of them, stacked up so high...
I could hear the sizzling sound of popping open a brewski and all the various funky flavors of malty brews...as I glared & stared with delight...
What were those inital illustrious cans...???...
Possibly an Iron City Pittsburgh Steeler Can that had a 1975 team photo emblazoned across it, with legends like Terry Bradshaw and Lynn Swann, Franco Harris, Rocky Bleir, Jack Lambert, Mean Joe Greene...all looking back at me...
Other rare cans, were the gold/black label, Budweiser Malt Liquor, so rare and so cool looking. Old Frothingslosh, was a hoot, with a large buxom, beauty queeen, lady from yesteryear, on its label...The little 8oz cans of the metallic green Rolling Rocks, a favorite, of mine, also...
I could go on and on, because my beer can collecting became an obsession, overnight, and I had to keep reminding my family members, to keep an eagle eye out, for any cool cans...Even my Dad, had a bit of fun, because, my Mom, of course, would stumble upon a display of rare beer cans, on one of her always famous, shopping jaunts.
And these little aluminum gems, were still filled with lots of luscious beer...yummy, yummy beer, so my Dad would drink a few of these rare beauties, in our basement, as we were watching some sports or old black & white, 1930's Popeye cartoons, (his favorite growing up) on our old Zenith color TV...
I can even remember my Dad, anxious to try a can of Knickerbocker beer, from the East Coast, because my Dad said, he drank some of that stuff, back while he was in service, in World War II.
I think my Dad, even slightly delved into his past, a thing he never did, as he took a sip after sip, just harking back to a bygone era...Even on a rare out-of-state trip for a family wedding up around Detroit, there I was, digging thru dirty garbage cans, looking for cool beer cans, like the popular Rolling Rocks, up around eastern Michigan...
I'm sure some of my brothers and sisters can remember their contribution to my collection began to take off and rise up to around 150 rare and everyday cans...I do remember my sister, Joan, coming home with a bunch of Naragansett beer cans which was made in Rhode Island. Instantly. I grabbed the sack of a dozen cans, and hustled out our door, ready to trade them with my rabid, rowdy, bunch of friends...
Digging along the railroad tracks, in the hot sun, with Neil Krull and Marty Eck, up around 79th Street was awesome, too, because we'd find old, ancient rusty cans beyond compare, expensive cans of cone-top Strohs...amidst the meandering, menacing, wild grass, that stood high and wild, all over the place...behind the Firestone tire facility...
These damn frightful relics, older than old, maybe from the 50's, we'd come across, were as rusty as can be, holes and dents, gnarled into them, just a smidgen of the old label still recognizeable. Evilly wicked cans, nobody in their right mind, would even touch, but that didn't stop us...
And also, on Sundays, the flea market was open at our local drive-in theatre, next to the Zayre, off 75th & Western. The beer can craze was in full force there, with all kinds of vendors, piling up rare cans, along their displays as we wandered like misceivous fools, all about...
Marty even had a bit of flair, stealing a few cans, now and then, because he just couldn't go home, without those rare commodities, sometimes. He just had a whimsical knack for devilish things...
It truly was a huge obsession for all us kids, as you can tell and I believe all of us, young and old, back in the mid 70's got a huge chuckle, from adding some kind of crazy new can, every so often...Sure, the John Travolta craze was in full gear, disco blaring away, movies like Paul Newman's SLAPSHOT or the ever scary, CARRIE, horror classic, was up on the screen, at our theatres...
Nobody was finding some bizarre correlation between teenage drinking & beer cans, yet. It was as harmless as beanie babies or Cabbage Patch dolls or even Wii consules...
Sadly, as the 80's crept in...inevitably...out of the blue...we eventually sold the illustrious 86th Street house...
Such a sad, sad day for me, as I packed up my beer can collection, holding back tears, ever so gently and ever so slowly, placing these momentos into a huge cardboard box, to be set aside and sold at our garage sale, we held, days before we left the 86th Street, South-Side, for good...
My mind just wandered back to the exact moment, I had found each memorable beauty, each can a treasure of sorts, with a little bit of fun and adventure attached to each and every one...
Today, sadly enough, beer can collecting, is almost gone...Only my good friends, Karla & Eric, still have a giant can collection...in their basement on the North-Side on Warrick Avenue. Karla, so, so proud, she had kept her childhood collection, up to snuff...
And me and Eric and Karla, can't help laughing at how crazy all of those cans, made us go nuts, back when we were young kids...Just a hoot and just a great, great time...looking upon those cans...stacked behind their bar...for everyone to oooh and ahhh...over.
Maybe, it lost its charm, to some, but to me, I'd stack up a beer can collection, somewhere, someway, in a second, if I had room somewhere, in our Lake House, in Williams Bay, today....
Hey....Those were MY & all us kooky 70's kids, delicious, nutritious, beer cans...!!!...
We drank em'...We stuck em' up in stacks aplenty...and we looked foreward to stacking them all the way up to the ceiling...if we could...and we nearly darn did...
Each and every one of those beverage containers...gnarly or pristine...dented or faded, obscurely rare or common as common gets. It was cooler than cool, no two ways about it. All us kids from then, would agree double, maybe triple, with those sentiments...
We were a loud and proud bunch...even us quiet ones...back then, whenever, the topic of beer cans...arose...And we grew up with an extra-special, greater appreciation for all the various cultures & places, stretched across our nation...and even across our globe...wherever BEER was BIG...
Fosters from Australia...Sapporro from Japan...LaBatts from Canada...Dos XXX from Mexico
That's almost everywhere you go...naturally...to us...Exploring our notion...that beer brought everyone together... forever...
I am getting a bit thirsty...reading all this...pondering all of the compelling aspects of BEER CAN COLLECTING...I guess I'm still a wee bit obssessed. Why not be...???...
It was alot of fun...and I'm still looking for the entire 14 collector can series of Scmidtt beer of Philadelphia that was impoosible to attain...Betcha it cost a fortune on e-Bay nowadays...
So now you know...a little more...a funny, funny, forgotten fragment of history, a neat little nook of nostalgia, locked away, from so long ago...which you all can laugh and laugh about...because our innocence & stupidity...were in abundance back then, for sure...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Niece---Colleen
Rumbling thru the empty streets of the quaint farm city of Davenport, Iowa, there, nestled along the Mississippi River, amidst the Quad Cities...Joe Howard, rushed my sister, Patsy to the hospital, past the billboards featuring "Iowanna Ice Cream" and such. They did reach the hospital on time...and shortly thereafter, Miss Colleen Howard...was ready to party...brimming the scales at 9 pounds...
All of us, back in Chicago, were kinda out of the loop...Patsy so far away...It felt like you were getting a call from Europe, when the birth announcement came...one quiet early December night back in 1969...We were all ecstatic, of course, the first "girl" grandchild...to join the pack...
But it wasn't until her Christening when we all packed up and drove 4 hours to Davenport...to see Baby Colleen, in action...Joe & Patsy were in Iowa because Joe was wrapping up college at St. Ambrose, and we all waited with baited breath for them to move back to the Windy City...
Right out of the box, Colleen showed just a huge burst of knowledge...She was way ahead of the pack...in that regard...As she grew, she only got smarter, and me & her, would be fast friends for life...as I'd go, toe to toe, with this little rambling dynamo...just exuding a sparkling energy, that shows to this very day...Even though we were 6 years apart, we'd bicker like brother & sister...
I can recall, one time, when Colleen was living up in Lake Geneva, over by the Dairy Queen, off Motel Road, on Lake Geneva Boulevard...Colleen had turned on some lame cartoons...Well, it was play-off football season...and I had my heart set on watching some great match-up between AFC foes....
....boooomm...
A little tiff erupted...and before you know it...Colleen had managed to wrestle away control of the TV...and she had this deliciously wicked smile like, I don't even like these cartoons, but you lost this round, ol' chum...That kinda showed me, right there, this little girl, was gonna be a pure handful, if you weren't on your toes...
And, of course, I would mark my revenge later on, when I forge the notion, that peanut butter, was actually crazy glue, that would seal your jaws tight, forever, if eaten.....leaving Colleen petrified of peanut butter, to this very day...
We didn't always fight, one of my all-time fave photos, is standing in the backyard, of our Lake House, in 3 feet of snow, together....one early April day, back around 1974...Me & Colleen, standing besides a huge, 6 foot, Easter Bunny snowman, my sister Patsy, had created...
Just a stunner, the intricacy of those big floppy ears of snow, on that Snow Bunny, with a basket of colorful eggs, in its lap...We were sky high, to see so much snow, so late in April, and I never, ever seen an Easter Bunny of snow...since...quite as good...
Colleen, of course, became a big sister, to Carrie & Kate, as time flew by and they were as close as sisters will ever be...And it was Colleen, who was always in the forefront, either in the classroom or out on the basketball court, that she led her little sisters, by example...
From her silly days, growing up on Francisco Ave. in Evergreen Park, about 92nd Street...where you could see Colleen whirling around on her PURPLE BICYCLE, up to when they moved out to Palos Park, where Colleen was only a block away from Sandburg High School...
And that move, was rather telling, because Sandburg High School, is not only an excellent high school, but Colleen went on to become a stand-out Captain of the basketball team, leading her team to the play-offs...time and again...a fearless leader...in a pint size package...
There Colleen was, the important basketball game winding down, as the little fiery point guard, took the ball, and just kept it nice & safe, as the opposing players hacked away at her down the stretch. There, at the free throw line, Colleen just hit every single shot...sealing a big, big victory for Sandburg...and that was a big thing in her life(leading her team to a 26-3 record)...for all of us...as we read it in the newspaper the next day...
For later on, when she graduated from the University of Illinois, Colleen went back to Sandburg and became a very inspiring teacher and coach of the girls basketball teams(coaching the sophmores to 24-0, in 2007)...She is there, to this very day, inspiring the youth of the Palos community...
Whether she is teaching Honors History & Economics, or the preparing the brightest for the important college entrance exams...Colleen instills knowledge and substance...an incredible insight, she provides, to shine down, on making those kids their very best...And alot of those kids do go on to the top schools in the country...
And Colleen is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, running the Homecoming dance & Pep Club, every year, for so long, making it a truly unique & memorable experience, for those happy girls & boys, to cling on, in their budding memories, for years & years.
There are so, so many funny Howard Girl stories, of them growing up, because they were a kooky bunch, who kinda bounced from Lake Geneva to Evergreen Park, then out to Palos....always some of the most popular & fun girls in their class....We are definitely gonna have to look at some of those, as the Caring Carrie & Killer Kate stories...rock into these blogs...
Today, Colleen is married to Sean Mulcahy, with a little boy wonder, Conor, in tow...They live blissfully downtown, amidst the skyscrapers, in the Printers Row area of the South Loop.
She had met her young husband, Sean, out on a softball field, in Grant Park, downtown, one sunny day, and from there on, the happiness & hilarity, that fills their hearts, is always, a joy to behold...
Sure, Colleen will probably be bouncing out to the Suburbs, with her new family, by her side...but deep down inside, she's gonna always be the little dynamo, that came out of nowhere, out of the far reaches, of Davenport Iowa...to electrify our hearts, with her brimming endess, energy, and super-happy smile...And you can see that smile, in her little boy Conor, too, who now takes over as the little dynamo, to watch...
Colleen is truly, truly...one of a kind...and I'm pretty lucky...to remember her growing up...all these years...
All of us, back in Chicago, were kinda out of the loop...Patsy so far away...It felt like you were getting a call from Europe, when the birth announcement came...one quiet early December night back in 1969...We were all ecstatic, of course, the first "girl" grandchild...to join the pack...
But it wasn't until her Christening when we all packed up and drove 4 hours to Davenport...to see Baby Colleen, in action...Joe & Patsy were in Iowa because Joe was wrapping up college at St. Ambrose, and we all waited with baited breath for them to move back to the Windy City...
Right out of the box, Colleen showed just a huge burst of knowledge...She was way ahead of the pack...in that regard...As she grew, she only got smarter, and me & her, would be fast friends for life...as I'd go, toe to toe, with this little rambling dynamo...just exuding a sparkling energy, that shows to this very day...Even though we were 6 years apart, we'd bicker like brother & sister...
I can recall, one time, when Colleen was living up in Lake Geneva, over by the Dairy Queen, off Motel Road, on Lake Geneva Boulevard...Colleen had turned on some lame cartoons...Well, it was play-off football season...and I had my heart set on watching some great match-up between AFC foes....
....boooomm...
A little tiff erupted...and before you know it...Colleen had managed to wrestle away control of the TV...and she had this deliciously wicked smile like, I don't even like these cartoons, but you lost this round, ol' chum...That kinda showed me, right there, this little girl, was gonna be a pure handful, if you weren't on your toes...
And, of course, I would mark my revenge later on, when I forge the notion, that peanut butter, was actually crazy glue, that would seal your jaws tight, forever, if eaten.....leaving Colleen petrified of peanut butter, to this very day...
We didn't always fight, one of my all-time fave photos, is standing in the backyard, of our Lake House, in 3 feet of snow, together....one early April day, back around 1974...Me & Colleen, standing besides a huge, 6 foot, Easter Bunny snowman, my sister Patsy, had created...
Just a stunner, the intricacy of those big floppy ears of snow, on that Snow Bunny, with a basket of colorful eggs, in its lap...We were sky high, to see so much snow, so late in April, and I never, ever seen an Easter Bunny of snow...since...quite as good...
Colleen, of course, became a big sister, to Carrie & Kate, as time flew by and they were as close as sisters will ever be...And it was Colleen, who was always in the forefront, either in the classroom or out on the basketball court, that she led her little sisters, by example...
From her silly days, growing up on Francisco Ave. in Evergreen Park, about 92nd Street...where you could see Colleen whirling around on her PURPLE BICYCLE, up to when they moved out to Palos Park, where Colleen was only a block away from Sandburg High School...
And that move, was rather telling, because Sandburg High School, is not only an excellent high school, but Colleen went on to become a stand-out Captain of the basketball team, leading her team to the play-offs...time and again...a fearless leader...in a pint size package...
There Colleen was, the important basketball game winding down, as the little fiery point guard, took the ball, and just kept it nice & safe, as the opposing players hacked away at her down the stretch. There, at the free throw line, Colleen just hit every single shot...sealing a big, big victory for Sandburg...and that was a big thing in her life(leading her team to a 26-3 record)...for all of us...as we read it in the newspaper the next day...
For later on, when she graduated from the University of Illinois, Colleen went back to Sandburg and became a very inspiring teacher and coach of the girls basketball teams(coaching the sophmores to 24-0, in 2007)...She is there, to this very day, inspiring the youth of the Palos community...
Whether she is teaching Honors History & Economics, or the preparing the brightest for the important college entrance exams...Colleen instills knowledge and substance...an incredible insight, she provides, to shine down, on making those kids their very best...And alot of those kids do go on to the top schools in the country...
And Colleen is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades, running the Homecoming dance & Pep Club, every year, for so long, making it a truly unique & memorable experience, for those happy girls & boys, to cling on, in their budding memories, for years & years.
There are so, so many funny Howard Girl stories, of them growing up, because they were a kooky bunch, who kinda bounced from Lake Geneva to Evergreen Park, then out to Palos....always some of the most popular & fun girls in their class....We are definitely gonna have to look at some of those, as the Caring Carrie & Killer Kate stories...rock into these blogs...
Today, Colleen is married to Sean Mulcahy, with a little boy wonder, Conor, in tow...They live blissfully downtown, amidst the skyscrapers, in the Printers Row area of the South Loop.
She had met her young husband, Sean, out on a softball field, in Grant Park, downtown, one sunny day, and from there on, the happiness & hilarity, that fills their hearts, is always, a joy to behold...
Sure, Colleen will probably be bouncing out to the Suburbs, with her new family, by her side...but deep down inside, she's gonna always be the little dynamo, that came out of nowhere, out of the far reaches, of Davenport Iowa...to electrify our hearts, with her brimming endess, energy, and super-happy smile...And you can see that smile, in her little boy Conor, too, who now takes over as the little dynamo, to watch...
Colleen is truly, truly...one of a kind...and I'm pretty lucky...to remember her growing up...all these years...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
At The Movies
Well......It really doesn't matter, who you are...All of us can remember, going to the movies, when we were youngsters....It was a big, big deal, let's face it...We didn't have cable tv, we didn't have DVD's or VCR's...Our primary form of entertainment back then, was kicking rusty, old beer cans, down an alley...and going up to the drug store on 87th, to steal candy...
So, getting the mega $3 or $5 from our Mom's to venture out of the neighborhood, to the various theatres across the South Side of Chicago...was a huge treat...
My first movie, I saw, was a Disney movie...I'm guessing it was JUNGLE BOOK-not such a great movie-but who cares, I had the attention span of a fruit fly back then. My dear sister Joan took me to the swanky CORAL THEATRE out around 93rd & Cicero, in Oak Lawn(which is long-gone now).
I made my sister, go with me..right up to the front row, of the theatre, because I wanted to see that damn movie, as big as life...Afterwards, Joanie took me to the soda fountain/ice cream shop across the street, next to the Walgreen 's...(right near the White Castles)...which was even better than the movie...
Next movie, I remember, vividly was WILLY WONKA & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY...at the Evergreen Plaza, in Evergreen Park(95th & Western)...Me and a few 86th Street chums, clumsily trodded along the railroad tracks from 87th out to 95th Street...because it was our secret railroad wilderness trek...like adventurous new explorers of the free world...
There we were...Throwing rocks at squirrels, scampering all about and if an occaisional train came running down the tracks....We'd all lay down a penny or a nickel or a quarter on the railroad steel rails and watch....as the force of the train's wheels would pulverize our coins into demented slabs of funny looking metal...Oh yes, just an endless hoot of silliness to contend with, as we made our way to THE PLAZA...(evergreen park plaza, a huge mall)...
As we got closer, say about 93rd Street along the tracks, we came across this hidden pond, right behind The old Martinique...(where a whole slew of my family held their wedding receptions)...It was like stumbing onto a lost paradise, frogs, fish and fowl, everywhere...We just about came un-glued stumbling upon this rare gem...but we had to press on, cuz' the movie started in 20 minutes...
It was funny, when we finally settled in for Willy Wonka, the movie is all about CANDY, and as a crazy kid you were drooling out of your mind...watching the whole giant candy themes come boldly jump, right out, at you...
So as the movie ended...You wanted to immediately run out of theatre and chow down on some candy bars...ASAP...And oddly enough, the Evergreen Plaza Theatre had a special concession stand set up...after the Wonka movie, with all kinds of special Willy Wonka stuff...
Willy Wonka chocolate bars, and Ooompa Loompa Peanut M&M's...Just a great big bunch of candy, that you frenzily bought with every last dime you had and stuffed it into your pockets with supreme glee...
Another great flick from my aspiring youth was TOMMY...The WHO's rock opera, starring Ann Margaret & Roger Daltrty and a bunch of big stars...Me and the Howland Boys were really, really kind of mesmerized by the weird and strangeness of the storyline...which sucked...but the music was out-of-this-world, exciting with a huge spectacular mega-production of the classic PINBALL WIZARD...rabidly rocking things out of control...
As I got older, I got a little more adventurous, the G rated movies, were long gone, from our radar and I was skipping the PG movies, totally,and sneaking into the R rated movies, at about 3rd or 4th or 5th Grade...
I can remember, sneaking back into the Evergreen Plaza Theatre with my good friend, Johhny Howland(HOP) and maybe Danny Casey, as we saw a great Steve McQueen movie called PAPILLION...
It was this wild prison movie, also starring a very young Dustin Hoffman, that had Steve McQueen escaping from all these unbelievable exotic prisons, off the French Coast...Just some mind blowing stuff...Anyway, me & Hop had a great time, first wandering thru the Mall, munching caramel corn, devouring giant chocolate soft-serve ice cream cones, jumping on the escalators, like they were carnival rides...maybe even dropping a goldfish into the coin fountain....goofy kids stuff like that...
But then, as we got in our theatre seats and watched the movie unfold...we are scratching our heads, wondering, why is this movie rated R...???...There was no swearing, nothing beyond intense, that you wouldn't see in a PG movie...Where is the good stuff...???...
But then about 3/4 of the way thru, Papilion(McQueen) stumbles thru a dense jungle and comes upon this isolated, pagan jungle tribe, and all the women are completely naked...(for a good 10 minutes).
So, surely, when we rushed back to our ol' stomping grounds of 86th Street, grinning from ear to ear, we gave Papillion a huge thumbs-up, and said this R rated movie stuff...is gonna be on our agenda, quite a bit, from there on out...
Johnny "Hop" Howland was such a kooky, crazy, cool kid...He just had a wacky, wry, non-chalant, sense of humor...even at a young age...He was the one Howland boy, always catching the blame, from his parents, it seemed, but Hop, had his funny way, of rationalizing...any situation, in his pissed-off, who gives a damn, attitude...
Gosh...we had such a blast...all us 86th Street kids...stealing cigars, too, back then, from John's Liquors & Grocery, chomping on those stinky stogies as we built countless numbers of forts...playing ball like madmen, until the sun went down and of course...getting out of the neighborhood...to play miniature golf on 95th Street(then always stopping off at the Jack-In- The-Box for greasy, yummy, fried tacos) or catch a fun, fun movie, every now & then...Endless, endless hilarity...
Next 2 movies I saw as a kid, as I got older, are quite famous...JAWS & the EXORCIST....at the Ford City Cinema...around 6th Grade...with Slim, Eddie B, Johnny Murph, Fitz & Fees, Joey Devlin, maybe Bucky, probably Moodo, Don, Neil(Krull), Marty(Eck), Kevin(Ryan), Denny (Cusack), Bob(Kross)...
Oh yes...there's more...Tommy Duffner(Duff), Mike Mulligan, Jimmy Curley(Curls), Marty Rogers, Mike Powers (Pows), Jimmy Disbrow(Dizz), Jimmy Bandyk, just a whole crazy bunch of us, countless of others too, from our age group...from around Tommy More...could have been with me, the somewhat infamous, Jimmy O's, that day...
We all had to walk all the way to the other side of the neighborhood to catch the 79th Street bus...that took you...riding over beyond Bogan H.S. to the Ford City Mall...As the bus, let you off, you still had to walk about 5 blocks to get to Ford City...so we were quite exhausted from our adventures to and from Ford City...(but it was well worth it...)
JAWS...Wow...Jaws....what can you say...???....Just about the biggest, hyped movie of our time. The line to get into that movie was by far as I'll ever see...just wrapping around the block...Of course, we managed to sneak in at the door...and ran for our seats....and sunk in and watched the Shark terrorize the sleepy little ocean-side town...
It was an incredible rush, as everyone in the theatre had their hearts pounding, scared to death, that damn shark, was gonna devour everyone who came 15 feet within the water...Just an awesome movie, with that spooky, unrelenting shark music...pulsating thru you...transfixed on the mysterious shark that doesn't show up on the screen until well over an hour into the movie...
Egad...next up...The Exorcist....another movie, hyped to the gills...Suddenly, all the news was about demons and evil and such...And I'll say right now, if that movie pops up on my TV, I turn it off, in an instant...How scary was it...???....Terrifyingly scary...
When that possessed little girl, had the glowing, evil eyes, with the distorted evil voice, spinning her head in circles and spewing out a blast of green pea soup vomit...You pretty much, wanted, to cover your eyes and start praying that never, ever happened to you...
A very, very funny side note to The Exorcist...I came home that night...and was surely spooked out of my mind...I eventually climbed into bed and hoped I didn't dare dream about that crazy stuff...Anyway, I woke up, about Midnight and went to the bathroom...
It was pitch-black when I got back to my room as I was just about to throw myself back into bed....Suddenly, my brother Joe...(remember James Bond)...well, he was laying on the floor, besides my bed, and grabbed hold of my ankles, like a vice grip, squeezing as tight as he could...
Well, much to my dismay, I thought I was being visited by some demonic force, wickedly about to send me into an Exorcist-like demonic rage....I was so, so scared, I couldn't scream, and I was pretty close to peeing on myself...
There I was, a frightened mess, as all I could do was muster up a tiny whimper of a scream...when my brother, Joe, jumped up and covered my mouth and dropped me onto the bed, and started laughing and laughing and laughing....
It was utterly hilarious...thinking back now...I don't even think Joe knew I saw that Exorcist movie that day...It was just perfect timing...on his part...
I also really felt lucky to hop on the Kedzie Avenue bus, with my buds, and head a mile north to the gritty, seedy, Marquette Park area, too, to the old, dilapidated Colony(59th street) and Marquette(63rd street) theatres...just crumbling old dinosaur movie theatres built way back in the 1920's...
Movies at those 2 theatres were only $1 and the movies were tepid, lack-luster, B-Flicks....like the Vincent Price horror movies, or the Richard Pryor movie, CAR WASH or more horror stuff, like PHANTASM & ORCA THE KILLER WHALE. We didn't care...That stuff was top-notch in our books...
I'll cover those theatres, more extensively, later on...as my teenage years progress...hopefully...
Most excellently, I saw plenty of great, great movies back then, with me and the Howland Boys, then me & my fellow chums from Tommy More grade school, too...Just an endless amount of exciting movies galore...that always left us always wanting some more.
For it wasn't just the movies, that held us in awe...It was getting out of our comfort zone, beyond Tommy More, and wandering new areas, across the whole south-side of Chicago, seeing new things...and yes, finding ourselves in plenty of mischeivous trouble...from time to time...along the way...
I didn't even get to mention great movies I saw like...
THE STING
BUTCH CASSIDY/SUNDANCE KID
TOWERING INFERNO
POSEIDON ADVENTURE
AIRPLANE
APOCOLYPSE NOW
KILLER TOMATOES
and on and on and on...
oh well, maybe we'll recall some of those later...(I'm sure we will...) because these memoirs have us merrily rolling along...and who knows...what will pop up next...
So, getting the mega $3 or $5 from our Mom's to venture out of the neighborhood, to the various theatres across the South Side of Chicago...was a huge treat...
My first movie, I saw, was a Disney movie...I'm guessing it was JUNGLE BOOK-not such a great movie-but who cares, I had the attention span of a fruit fly back then. My dear sister Joan took me to the swanky CORAL THEATRE out around 93rd & Cicero, in Oak Lawn(which is long-gone now).
I made my sister, go with me..right up to the front row, of the theatre, because I wanted to see that damn movie, as big as life...Afterwards, Joanie took me to the soda fountain/ice cream shop across the street, next to the Walgreen 's...(right near the White Castles)...which was even better than the movie...
Next movie, I remember, vividly was WILLY WONKA & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY...at the Evergreen Plaza, in Evergreen Park(95th & Western)...Me and a few 86th Street chums, clumsily trodded along the railroad tracks from 87th out to 95th Street...because it was our secret railroad wilderness trek...like adventurous new explorers of the free world...
There we were...Throwing rocks at squirrels, scampering all about and if an occaisional train came running down the tracks....We'd all lay down a penny or a nickel or a quarter on the railroad steel rails and watch....as the force of the train's wheels would pulverize our coins into demented slabs of funny looking metal...Oh yes, just an endless hoot of silliness to contend with, as we made our way to THE PLAZA...(evergreen park plaza, a huge mall)...
As we got closer, say about 93rd Street along the tracks, we came across this hidden pond, right behind The old Martinique...(where a whole slew of my family held their wedding receptions)...It was like stumbing onto a lost paradise, frogs, fish and fowl, everywhere...We just about came un-glued stumbling upon this rare gem...but we had to press on, cuz' the movie started in 20 minutes...
It was funny, when we finally settled in for Willy Wonka, the movie is all about CANDY, and as a crazy kid you were drooling out of your mind...watching the whole giant candy themes come boldly jump, right out, at you...
So as the movie ended...You wanted to immediately run out of theatre and chow down on some candy bars...ASAP...And oddly enough, the Evergreen Plaza Theatre had a special concession stand set up...after the Wonka movie, with all kinds of special Willy Wonka stuff...
Willy Wonka chocolate bars, and Ooompa Loompa Peanut M&M's...Just a great big bunch of candy, that you frenzily bought with every last dime you had and stuffed it into your pockets with supreme glee...
Another great flick from my aspiring youth was TOMMY...The WHO's rock opera, starring Ann Margaret & Roger Daltrty and a bunch of big stars...Me and the Howland Boys were really, really kind of mesmerized by the weird and strangeness of the storyline...which sucked...but the music was out-of-this-world, exciting with a huge spectacular mega-production of the classic PINBALL WIZARD...rabidly rocking things out of control...
As I got older, I got a little more adventurous, the G rated movies, were long gone, from our radar and I was skipping the PG movies, totally,and sneaking into the R rated movies, at about 3rd or 4th or 5th Grade...
I can remember, sneaking back into the Evergreen Plaza Theatre with my good friend, Johhny Howland(HOP) and maybe Danny Casey, as we saw a great Steve McQueen movie called PAPILLION...
It was this wild prison movie, also starring a very young Dustin Hoffman, that had Steve McQueen escaping from all these unbelievable exotic prisons, off the French Coast...Just some mind blowing stuff...Anyway, me & Hop had a great time, first wandering thru the Mall, munching caramel corn, devouring giant chocolate soft-serve ice cream cones, jumping on the escalators, like they were carnival rides...maybe even dropping a goldfish into the coin fountain....goofy kids stuff like that...
But then, as we got in our theatre seats and watched the movie unfold...we are scratching our heads, wondering, why is this movie rated R...???...There was no swearing, nothing beyond intense, that you wouldn't see in a PG movie...Where is the good stuff...???...
But then about 3/4 of the way thru, Papilion(McQueen) stumbles thru a dense jungle and comes upon this isolated, pagan jungle tribe, and all the women are completely naked...(for a good 10 minutes).
So, surely, when we rushed back to our ol' stomping grounds of 86th Street, grinning from ear to ear, we gave Papillion a huge thumbs-up, and said this R rated movie stuff...is gonna be on our agenda, quite a bit, from there on out...
Johnny "Hop" Howland was such a kooky, crazy, cool kid...He just had a wacky, wry, non-chalant, sense of humor...even at a young age...He was the one Howland boy, always catching the blame, from his parents, it seemed, but Hop, had his funny way, of rationalizing...any situation, in his pissed-off, who gives a damn, attitude...
Gosh...we had such a blast...all us 86th Street kids...stealing cigars, too, back then, from John's Liquors & Grocery, chomping on those stinky stogies as we built countless numbers of forts...playing ball like madmen, until the sun went down and of course...getting out of the neighborhood...to play miniature golf on 95th Street(then always stopping off at the Jack-In- The-Box for greasy, yummy, fried tacos) or catch a fun, fun movie, every now & then...Endless, endless hilarity...
Next 2 movies I saw as a kid, as I got older, are quite famous...JAWS & the EXORCIST....at the Ford City Cinema...around 6th Grade...with Slim, Eddie B, Johnny Murph, Fitz & Fees, Joey Devlin, maybe Bucky, probably Moodo, Don, Neil(Krull), Marty(Eck), Kevin(Ryan), Denny (Cusack), Bob(Kross)...
Oh yes...there's more...Tommy Duffner(Duff), Mike Mulligan, Jimmy Curley(Curls), Marty Rogers, Mike Powers (Pows), Jimmy Disbrow(Dizz), Jimmy Bandyk, just a whole crazy bunch of us, countless of others too, from our age group...from around Tommy More...could have been with me, the somewhat infamous, Jimmy O's, that day...
We all had to walk all the way to the other side of the neighborhood to catch the 79th Street bus...that took you...riding over beyond Bogan H.S. to the Ford City Mall...As the bus, let you off, you still had to walk about 5 blocks to get to Ford City...so we were quite exhausted from our adventures to and from Ford City...(but it was well worth it...)
JAWS...Wow...Jaws....what can you say...???....Just about the biggest, hyped movie of our time. The line to get into that movie was by far as I'll ever see...just wrapping around the block...Of course, we managed to sneak in at the door...and ran for our seats....and sunk in and watched the Shark terrorize the sleepy little ocean-side town...
It was an incredible rush, as everyone in the theatre had their hearts pounding, scared to death, that damn shark, was gonna devour everyone who came 15 feet within the water...Just an awesome movie, with that spooky, unrelenting shark music...pulsating thru you...transfixed on the mysterious shark that doesn't show up on the screen until well over an hour into the movie...
Egad...next up...The Exorcist....another movie, hyped to the gills...Suddenly, all the news was about demons and evil and such...And I'll say right now, if that movie pops up on my TV, I turn it off, in an instant...How scary was it...???....Terrifyingly scary...
When that possessed little girl, had the glowing, evil eyes, with the distorted evil voice, spinning her head in circles and spewing out a blast of green pea soup vomit...You pretty much, wanted, to cover your eyes and start praying that never, ever happened to you...
A very, very funny side note to The Exorcist...I came home that night...and was surely spooked out of my mind...I eventually climbed into bed and hoped I didn't dare dream about that crazy stuff...Anyway, I woke up, about Midnight and went to the bathroom...
It was pitch-black when I got back to my room as I was just about to throw myself back into bed....Suddenly, my brother Joe...(remember James Bond)...well, he was laying on the floor, besides my bed, and grabbed hold of my ankles, like a vice grip, squeezing as tight as he could...
Well, much to my dismay, I thought I was being visited by some demonic force, wickedly about to send me into an Exorcist-like demonic rage....I was so, so scared, I couldn't scream, and I was pretty close to peeing on myself...
There I was, a frightened mess, as all I could do was muster up a tiny whimper of a scream...when my brother, Joe, jumped up and covered my mouth and dropped me onto the bed, and started laughing and laughing and laughing....
It was utterly hilarious...thinking back now...I don't even think Joe knew I saw that Exorcist movie that day...It was just perfect timing...on his part...
I also really felt lucky to hop on the Kedzie Avenue bus, with my buds, and head a mile north to the gritty, seedy, Marquette Park area, too, to the old, dilapidated Colony(59th street) and Marquette(63rd street) theatres...just crumbling old dinosaur movie theatres built way back in the 1920's...
Movies at those 2 theatres were only $1 and the movies were tepid, lack-luster, B-Flicks....like the Vincent Price horror movies, or the Richard Pryor movie, CAR WASH or more horror stuff, like PHANTASM & ORCA THE KILLER WHALE. We didn't care...That stuff was top-notch in our books...
I'll cover those theatres, more extensively, later on...as my teenage years progress...hopefully...
Most excellently, I saw plenty of great, great movies back then, with me and the Howland Boys, then me & my fellow chums from Tommy More grade school, too...Just an endless amount of exciting movies galore...that always left us always wanting some more.
For it wasn't just the movies, that held us in awe...It was getting out of our comfort zone, beyond Tommy More, and wandering new areas, across the whole south-side of Chicago, seeing new things...and yes, finding ourselves in plenty of mischeivous trouble...from time to time...along the way...
I didn't even get to mention great movies I saw like...
THE STING
BUTCH CASSIDY/SUNDANCE KID
TOWERING INFERNO
POSEIDON ADVENTURE
AIRPLANE
APOCOLYPSE NOW
KILLER TOMATOES
and on and on and on...
oh well, maybe we'll recall some of those later...(I'm sure we will...) because these memoirs have us merrily rolling along...and who knows...what will pop up next...
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