I Hate The Dallas Cowboys
In the author’s 1960s working class neighborhood on New York’s Upper East Side, Devil Dogs were a nickel, hydrants were often open, and the street game called Ringalario let boys put their arms around girls for the first time. Nuns slugged you for humming baseball beer jingles in class. Junkies scrambled up fire escapes with stolen TVs. And, like other fathers, Tommy’s took him to saloons all day, and no one thought it strange.
In this funny and bittersweet portrait of his first 18 years, Tommy relives his adventures and misadventures—the day Yogi Berra stepped on his toe, the mystery behind Dad’s vanished pants, and the airborne manhole cover that crushed Pete Palermo’s cherished Patrician Green Thunderbird.
With ample photographs, the author revisits a world that echoes TV’s “The Wonder Years“—just add taverns, subways, and Checker cabs.
Thomas R. Pryor is a writer, storyteller, and photographer living in New York City. His work can be found on his blog: “Yorkville: Stoops to Nuts.”