"My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest." Charles Dickens, David Copperfield, Chapter 42
Kevin Flood, Mike Mueller, John LaPeter
Timeline: 08:55h 22 August 2018.
Summer is waning, sadly. Happily, the WPHS ’78 40th ReUnion is right around the corner.
Received the following email from my friend Mike Littleton yesterday:
Hope you’re doing well. Can you please send an inquiry for golf on the Friday before the ReUnion to see if we can get a few foursomes for the Mohansic Golf course. They can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org or 914-438-0332 for details. Thanks Soos!
I did a little research and here’s a few things you might need to know before calling Mike:
Golf, unlike most ball games, cannot and does not utilize a standardized playing area, and coping with the varied terrains encountered on different courses is a key part of the game. www.Wikipedia.com
The Golf swing is outwardly similar to many other motions involving swinging a tool or playing implement, such as an axe or a baseball bat. www.Wikipedia.com
“To find a man’s true character, play golf with him.” P.G. Wodehouse.
“If you drink, don’t drive. Don’t even putt.” Dean Martin.
There, I think that about covers waterfront. You’re good to go
Please Call Mikey.
Eddie and Matty, playing. A round.
1978 WPHS Golf Team.
It's now a golf course...
Ladies and Gentlemen,
You and your spouse (or guest) are invited to a Special Retirement Review in honor of Lieutenant General Kenneth R. Dahl hosted by the Chief of Staff of the Army, on 13 September 2018 at 1500 hours, in Conmy Hall, Fort Myer, VA.
For those who want to attend just let Kenny know at email@example.com and he will send an official invitation.
I don't know what effect these men will have upon the enemy, but, by God, they terrify me.
Sunrise, Long Island Sound, Donna Shelley's Sailboat July 14, 2018
Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, Do you like it? I did it just for you.
Timeline: 13:38h Thursday June 21, 2018 Kenny, Eddie and Andy. Look at these guys. Yankee Stadium last night. Yanks won, walk-off homer. When we were younger, 10th, 11th grade maybe, we used to say we’d all get together in the future, 20, 30, 40 years down the road. We’d say we would meet up one day at the Panas 50-yard line, or NYC, or Rome, or Monaco, or Sumatra, or Yankee Stadium... We told ourselves we’d be “executives” by then, successful in our respective fields. For a brief period we even called ourselves, our little clique, “The Executives”, in a juvenile sort of way. It was part joke, part prediction, part dream. These three went off and did it. In spades.
A friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Teresa Conforti, Carrie McElroy, and Donna Shelley with Senior Prom dates (Donna married her date, Mr. Glenn Baumler)
Glenn B. Baumler, age 57, of Garrison, NY, passed away unexpectedly on February 3rd, 2018. He was born on July 21st, 1960 in Tarrytown, NY to John H. Baumler and Mary P. Schnabl. Glenn married the love of his life, Donna Shelley-Baumler, on June 2nd, 1984 in Ossining, NY. Glenn owned and skillfully operated Glenn Baumler Builders, where he created new masterpieces and transformed homes. Outside of his love for carpentry, Glenn found joy in being sarcastic, quoting classic movies, cycling, finding new lakes for his powerboat, and sailing his boat, “Boom”, around the Hudson River and Fishers Island Sound. Survivors include his beloved wife of 33 years, Donna Shelley-Baumler; his two loving daughters, Amanda and Jennifer Baumler; his father, John H. Baumler; brothers-in-law Michael, Richard and James Shelley; as well as many nieces, two nephews and friends. He was pre-deceased by his mother, Mary P. Baumler, and his sister, Donna L. Baumler. A gathering will be held on Thursday, February 8th, 2018 from 4-6:30pm at Clinton Funeral Home, 21 Parrott Street, Cold Spring. A funeral service will be held on Thursday Evening at 6:30pm at the funeral home. Cremation will be private. In lieu of flowers, please consider a monetary gift to the Franciscan Friars of Atonement - Graymor.
We have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
Paul. 2 Corinthians v, 1.
Donna Shelley and Valene Otis, having fun c. 1978
CATCH A RARE LOCAL PERFORMANCE IN WESTCHESTER FROM INTERNATIONAL RECORDING ARTIST BOB BALDWIN AT THE BEAN RUNNER, PEEKSKILL, NY - ONE NIGHT ONLY!! DEC. 2, 2017
$20.00 IN ADVANCE / $25.00 AT THE DOOR!! RESERVE EARLY!
His debut release “I’ve got A Long Way To Go” on Malaco Jazz announced to the world that he would be a mainstay in the Contemporary/Smooth Jazz format. He now has over 23 discs released as a solo artist, having recorded some of them on 5 continents, including the countries of Brazil, the U.K., Dubai, and South Africa.
What better way to celebrate 30 years in the music business—than by releasing even more music. Three re-mix projects with some new material are already in the works, beginning with the most popular disc, “Never Can Say Goodbye: A Tribute to Michael Jackson (Remixed and Re-Mastered)”. The out-of-print recording which now sells on Amazon starting at an eye-popping $55.00 will now be re-released to ward off all rogue record retailers, released as a normally-priced disc.
The second disc to be released will be a disc that he promised to release for his great Aunt, Lettie Ayers, who was a strong spiritual influence, and is entitled, “Never Out of Season (Remixed and Re-Mastered)”. This is a gospel-jazz project that has finally come to fruition, previously released as a digital download.
Disc three is entitled, “Welcome To The Games (Remixed and ReMastered)”, which was released during the 1996 Olympics. This project has the musical game-changer “Club Life”, which is nothing short of a jazz gem featuring 8 artists from different walks of life, including Nils, Oli Silk, Marion Meadows, Tom Browne, Joey Sommerville, Walter Beasley, Ragan Whiteside and others.
Bean Runner Cafe
201 South Division Street
Peekskill, NY 10566
Grey skies are just clouds passing over.
Grandson: Thomas (OoRah!!)
My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother.
John "Timmy" White COLUMBIA - John T. White, affectionately known as Timmy, was the son of Nora and the late Booker White. Timmy was born on October 7, 1960 in Ossining, NY. He passed away on August 24, 2017. He attended Syracuse University and then later served in the U.S. Navy. He was a loving caretaker to his mother and was loved for his humor and contagious laugh. He is survived by his loving mother, Nora B. White of the home, and a host of loving cousins and friends. He also leaves two special friends, Bill and Nancy Theus. The memorial service will be held Friday, September 1, 2017, 1:00 PM at Bostick-Tompkins Funeral Home. Condolences and flowers may be sent by visiting www.bosticktompkinsinc.com.
Timeline Monday October 09, 2017 08:25h
Everybody loved John White. At least, I never knew anyone who didn't...I know that I loved him.John was one of the finest athletes in a class full of really, really good ones.JW was strong and sleek, explosively fast, in big-cat terms somewhere between a lion and a panther.Powerful, but able to contain that power.More passive than aggressive, but you never wanted to test that passivity….
I don't remember if he was in grade school with any of us. In my mind, John just appeared in the 7th or 8th grade.Like Athena, the Greek goddess of War who sprang fully formed from the head of her father Zeus, there was John, appearing suddenly, fully formed, striding the halls of Lakeland Middle. A man-child, an athletic god among us pre-pubescent boys.
At 12 and 13, one of my many mindless pre-occupations was trying to figure out my position on present and future depth charts. It went something like this (no doubt during poor Mr. Skawinski's science labs):"Let me see, I think I can start in center field, if Haviland plays left, and Dahl plays lacrosse, and the earth opens up and swallows Murphy..."; and "Yeah, yeah, OK, there's a spot for me in the backfield, right?...yeah, yeah, let me see, we need a running-back, a tailback, and a fullback: so, there's Perelle, Sotillo, Berrios, Dahl, DaRos...me...1, 2, 3, 4, 5...ummm… uh, oh, uh, oh, oh-no!"(This is why I used to tell my young daughter every single day:never underestimate how dumb teenage boys actually are.)
Anyway, JW showed up and all such calculations were immediately shot to hell. I was frantically hoping that he played three entirely different sports than me.
But of course, as everyone who ever played ball with John knows, he was a Godsend for us. An absolute asset on every squad, he made all of us better.Low-key, modest, gifted in every possible way, he was just so good, so smooth.So, so smooth.
John's dad, Booker White, lived for John, his only child. Mr. White was a giant of a man, with a booming megaphone voice.All of us on the freshman football team recognized the joy Mr. White took in John's prowess.He'd hoot and laugh and cheer from the fence-line way up on the hill; we'd hear him clear as day down on the field, and we knew we were witnessing something special, a rare bond.
Mr. White had a heart attack and died near the end of that freshman season, and John and his mom moved away. John was gone just as suddenly as he appeared.
I've tried to convey elsewhere how close we (the class of '78) were as Panas football players. I might be imagining some of it...it's possible...but I don't think so.
Maybe a part of it was the John White chapter. I know others must have lost a parent or parents during our four years at Panas.(For me it was an unrelenting and ever present fear).But with John's dad, the whole team kind of witnessed it.Mr. White was a huge personality, a constant presence, and we all felt the shock and the loss at his passing.None more than John, obviously.I believe that afterwards the more sensitive among us pulled even more tightly together.
John moved back to Peekskill in the fall of 1977, with the stated purpose of playing with us during our senior season. The effect was profound.If you do not think this motivated us, (it stirs me now as I write this), then please stop reading:you are wasting your time.
John was the only member of our team offered a D-1 scholarship to play football. He suited up for the Orangemen of Syracuse.I once went on another recruiting visit with JW (several schools wanted him) up in Springfield, Massachusetts.John sent them some tape without telling me--that's the kind of guy he was--and they agreed to see me and have a chat.We got there, and three coaches holed up in an office with John for two hours.I waited outside. They came out with their arms draped over JW, and looked me up and down like a cheap steak.One coach said "How much you weigh kid?"I told him (135lbs); he said "OK, thanks for coming" and went back into the office with John.
JW could not have been kinder on the way home, a dreary long drive down I-95 on a sleety, late-December day. Poor kid felt responsible.
Yes, I love John White.
Truth be told, I always think of John with a slight sadness somewhere in the middle of my heart. John was, in my opinion, dealt a hard hand.The death of his dad was straight-up tragedy, the worst time for a boy like him to lose a dad like his. Additionally, the 1970's edition of Peekskill was just plain ugly in many, many ways. It was not an easy place for a good man, a gentle soul, like John White.And I know, I KNOW, that he was acutely and painfully aware of it.We all were.
Yes, John was, in my eyes, a beautiful but caged big-cat, yearning to be free.
You are free now John. Godspeed, my Friend.
There comes a day...when the soul leaves that body full of desires; but his virtue, which is of all existences the greatest, the best, the finest, never parts from a man.
Aogemadaccha, 52 (Zoroastrianism).
How do I spell "Inspiration"?
Courage mounteth with occasion.
Shakespeare. King John, Act 2, Scene 1.
Ellen Jackson Cottrell, 56 of Cortlandt Manor, NY passed away peacefully on August 3, 2017. She was a flower child at heart that grew up at the height of the rock and roll 1970’s with bell-bottoms to match. She was the life of the party and cherished the times she shared in her youth at the Croton Dam. Our family will never forget her turquoise jewelry, her wholehearted laugh, and her love for Stevie Nicks. She leaves loving memories to be cherished by her children; Elizabeth, Kellylyn, Christopher Cottrell and the children’s father James Cottrell. Her loving parents; William & Eileen Jackson. Her sisters, Marybeth Kenney, Catherine Merlino (Anthony Merlino) & Jennifer Jackson. Her adoring Nephews & Nieces, Michael Merlino, William Kenney (Laura), Daniel Kenney, Brandon Merlino & Meghan Merlino. Her Aunt Kathy & Uncle Tony Durante, Aunt Anne Jones and many loving cousins. Receiving hours will be on Wednesday, August 9th from 4 – 8pm at the Dorsey Carlone Funeral Home. 1100 Cortlandt Street, Peekskill, NY. Funeral Mass will be held on Thursday, August 10th at 11am. St. Columbanus Church, 122 Oregon Cortlandt Manor, NY. A celebration of her life will continue after the mass for friends and family. Ellen, you will always be on the edge of seventeen just like the white winged dove.
Peace in heaven.
Luke xix, 38.
George Vaselekos, Danny Arnold, Karen Thiess, Miriam Popp, Pam Hitt
The phrase think outside the box is an allusion to a well-known puzzle where one has to connect nine dots, arranged in a square grid, with four straight lines drawn continuously without pen leaving paper.
The only solution to this puzzle is one where some of the lines extend beyond the border of the grid (or box). This puzzle was a popular gimmick among management consultants in the 1970s and 80s as a demonstration of the need to discard unwarranted assumptions (like the assumption that the lines must remain within the grid).
The term dates to at least to 1975 when it appears in the 14 July issue of Aviation Week and Space Technology:
We must step back and see if the solutions to our problems lie outside the box.
Sheila M. Fleitz of Cortlandt Manor, NY and St. Petersburg, FL passed away on January 1, 2017. She was 77 years old.
She was born on August 8, 1939 in Flushing, Queens to Daniel and May (Moseley) McCarthy. On December 27, 1958, Sheila married James M. Fleitz at St. Michael’s Church in Flushing.
Sheila worked at Walter Panas High School as a school monitor and at Indian Point as a Nuclear Security Officer. Locally, she was a communicant of St. Columbanus, a 50-year member of the Columbiettes, Local 462, and also a member of the Red Hat Society.
Predeceased by her parents, her husband James M. Fleitz, Sr., a brother, Daniel McCarthy (Joanne) and step-father; John Bennett.
She is survived by her six children; James (Mary) Fleitz, Joseph Fleitz, Kathleen Fleitz, Kristine Fleitz, Sheila (Robert) Lux and Kerriann (Arthur) D’Angelo; seven grandchildren; Nicole (Tyler) Kirk, Jaclyn Fleitz, Megan and Daniel Fleitz, Anthony and Katherine D’Angelo and Regan Lux; three plus great-grandchildren; Layla, Giovanna and Ethan Fleitz, and baby Kirk on the way.
Sheila and Jim spent many enjoyable years at their second home in St. Petersburg with the other Peekskill snowbirds.
Sheila was an avid fan of all her children and grandchildren and was a fixture at their many sporting and school events. She was a friend, confidante and surrogate mom to many -- always with a shoulder to lean on, or a kind word of encouragement and advice.She will be missed by us all.
Visiting hours are Wednesday, January 4th, 7-9pm and Thursday, January 5th , 3pm to 8pm at the Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home, Peekskill, NY. Mass of Christian Burial will be offered on Friday, January 6th at 10:30am at St. Columbanus Church, Cortlandt Manor. Interment will follow at Assumption Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers please consider a contribution to the Franciscan Sisters of Peekskill to upgrade their heating system. https://www.youcaring.com/franciscan-missionary-sisters-of-the-sacred-heart-675609
Joseph F. Nardone
414 Washington St.
Peekskill, NY 10566
L-R: Richie Bobik, Sean Mackey, Billy Haviland, John Gaccione, Timmy Hogan, Jimmy Fleitz, Tommy Scordato. Freshman Football party, 1973.
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
Teresa, Tony R., Jimmy F., Karen R.: Peekskill, November 26, 2016
When a friend asks, there is no tomorrow.
There’s a point to this story, promise, so stay with me… When I was in 7th and 8th grade, I was actually big for my age. Last time it was ever so: I was 5’7” then, and I am 5’7” now. (Actually, I had a check-up a few months ago and the official measurement came in at 5’6”…I’m shrinking. Really?!! Already?! &%%$$##@@!!!#@#!!!) Anyway, I was relatively big then, and decent at my two sports of choice: football and baseball. I was a little league all-star. Then came high school… Didn’t grow a bit, and everyone else, and I mean everyone else, did. I went in thinking that my running back position on the freshman football team was secure, and suddenly Tony Maresco and John White showed up. “Java-Man” Maresco was already shaving heavy by our freshman year; he had muscles like bowling balls, and a Neanderthal gait to him. We were positive he could slay the wooly mammoth were he ever confronted by one. He was extremely hard to wrap-up and tackle, and that season he played like a man among boys. John White was…beautiful. He was a perfectly proportioned young man, tall and lithe, strong and graceful, balanced, fast and powerful. When he ran, or jumped, or picked up a pencil, he was the definition of athleticism. Mike Perrelle was the third guy in the mix for our freshman backfield. He was a lock, a nonpareil in toughness, strength, and pure grit. He was our fullback, the blocker, the hard-nosed guy who would knock down opposing linebackers, open-up the holes for JW and Tony to scoot through and find daylight. On the first day of practice, Mike dislocated his elbow. Season over for him; Crushing blow for our team. Coach Curt Hoffman came over to me the next day at practice and said: “I want you to be our fullback.” Fullback? Me? Little-sh*t? Knock down bigger guys for the running backs...? But, but, JW and Java-man were bigger than me! I would only be in their way; I was a running back, an open field kind of guy, not a blocking-back-fullback at all …I thought about it for exactly two seconds and blurted: “No thanks. I’m a running back.”
Thirteen years old and dumb as h*ll. He literally sprang back from me, aghast, as though I was contagious. “NO?” he shouted. “NO THANKS!!? What the hell kind of ATTITUDE is that?” And he stormed off. He never looked at me the same way after that… Kenny Dahl was fingered next, and he promptly sprained his knee in that position against Peekskill (truth be told Kenny was about my size, and a natural running back too. Not really full-back material either. But, and this is a big BUT, he said “Yessir!” when asked to play the position. A harbinger of things to come…) When Kenny got hurt, Coach Hoffman fortuitously turned to the sideline and shouted “DaRos! Get you’re a** in there!!” And boom, the best fullback I ever saw was born right then and there. On the very next play Day-Row laid out Peekskill’s middle linebacker, and JW high-stepped right into the end zone. Coach Hoffman yelled “Nice block, son!!” Then he looked squarely at me, banished for the rest of the season (life?) to the sideline, and said: “SEE?!! That’s how it’s done!!” Ouch. Fast forward to our Sophomore year, junior varsity time. Tony M. was pushed up to the Varsity team, where he had a marvelous season. John White’s father died that summer, tragically, and he moved away, down-county, Briarcliff, I think. JW tore it up down there. With those two gone, and brand new JV coaches (Coach Hoffman stayed with the Freshman squad) I had an opening again as a running back. While I didn’t gain any height, I did put on some weight (about five pounds—I was a strapping 120 pounder now. I think I had a muscle, somewhere). Things were looking up: I was maybe gonna run again. And then came Tony Graci. Suddenly, in 10th grade, all these Putnam Valley guys showed up at Panas. The P.V. school district didn’t have a high school back then. Lots of dudes appeared: Eddie Reilly, Scott Klarer, Frank Risse, Steve Cleary, Joe Filingeri, Tom Funicello, Donny Puhala, et.al... While most of them didn’t play football, Tony Graci did. And Tony was very, very good. Hockey was his main sport. Tony was a great hockey player, a local legend on the ice, and he played that sport at a very high level. I remember him telling us about an elite travel-team he was selected for that played against squads in Europe: Czechoslovakia, Romania, Bulgaria, far-away places like that. Back in 1976-7 that was a big deal, as those were Eastern Bloc countries. Not exactly on the basic travel itinerary of the average American, let alone a kid from Peekskill. Unless you were someone who could skate like the wind, and shoot a puck like a bullet. And Tony Graci could do just that. And there he was, so ready, and so able to make my JV football season a very long one… The coaches ended up having us alternate on every play. He would start one game, and I the next, and we would run in the coaches’ plays from the sideline on each down. Frankly, I knew he was better than me at the position. Stronger, tougher, bigger. But I was taking what they were giving, and playing every other play was much better than riding the pine. And, here’s the point to this long-winded reminiscence (I told you there was one): I received the following text message on Monday of this week from a good friend, a truly good man who pays attention to things like this, things that really matter: “Hey John hope you and yours had a happy thanksgiving! I spoke to Graci last week; he is not doing well. He is undergoing chemo which along with the illness keeps him mostly in bed. He said he enjoys hearing from old friends.”
Tony Graci lives in Newburgh, NY. I am not going to put his address out there for all and sundry, but for those of you, like my friend Billy Haviland, who pay attention to things like this, things that really matter, he should be easy enough to find.
Tony "Java-Man" Maresco
Three things it is impossible God should not perform: what is most beneficial, what is most needful, and what is most beautiful.
The Wisdom of Old Wales.
Don Farrell, Delia Tamagna and Megan Grace Trombetta. Delia's granddaughter was born on October 14, 2016, 5 lbs. 15 oz. Both daughter Daria and baby Megan are doing well.
She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them- an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her.
Paul DePaoli November 2016: Look at him!! Still Handsome after all these years:)
There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them as we will.
Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2.
Timeline 08-10-16: Hi John. Today I took my daughter to Sweet Frogs for some ice cream and a gentleman in the parking lot saw my shirt (McCaffrey Signs, Peekskill NY) and asked about it. Turns out, it’s Panas history teacher Jim McCarthy. He retired and lives down here in Loudoun County, Virginia and we are almost neighbors!! Small world. Take care - Mark
It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to have to paint it.
Joseph Filingeri of Lake Peekskill, NY passed away on May 23, 2016. He was born on December 5, 1960 in Brooklyn, NY to James and Maryann Filingeri. Joseph is survived by his devoted wife Kim Marie, loving children Joseph and Krista. He also is survived by his mother Maryann, his father James, two brothers and one sister. Family and friends will honor the life of Joseph on Wednesday May 25 from 2 to 4pm and 6 to 8pm at Yorktown Funeral Home. Mass of Christian burial will take place on Thursday at 10am at St. Columbanus Church. Interment to follow Rosehill Memorial Park.
The door is opened...to the place from which thou camest--to things friendly and akin to thee, to the elements of Being. Whatever in thee was of fire, shall go to fire; of earth, to earth; of air, to air; of water, to water.
Epictetus. Dissertations, iii, 13.
Littleton, Jr., Edward J.
Edward J. Littleton Jr., a longtime resident of Cortlandt Manor, NY, passed away May 4, 2016, with his loving family by his side. He was 90 years old. Edward was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY to Mary (Coates) and Edward J. Littleton, Sr. He was pre-deceased by his beloved wife Carol (Molitor) Littleton, brother, Walter "Bud," his sister-in-law, Nancy, as well as his niece, Kathleen. He is survived by his wife Gail (Glass), her family including two children, Billy (Paige) Lyons, and Bonnie (Dan) Myers, and grandchildren Caroline and Ted Lyons. Edward was the proud parent of six children: Edward J., III (Lucille), Michael (Michelle), Karen, Teresa (Jerry) Underwood, Paul (Fran DiMarco), and Sheila (Kathy Moran). Beloved grandfather to Christopher, Lisa, Thomas, Ashley, and Maxwell, as well as many nieces and nephews. At age 18, Edward joined the US Army, proudly serving in World War II, in the European, Africa, Middle East and Asia Pacific Theater. PFC Littleton served two years in combat and was awarded seven medals for gallantry and bravery, including the Silver Star and Bronze Star with Valor as well as two awards for marksmanship. Following his military service, Edward graduated with high honors from Pace University, earning a B.A. in Accounting in 2.5 years. Edward was a parishioner, CCD teacher, and usher at St. Columbanus Church. He was a member of the American Legion in Mahopac. He was also a treasurer and volunteer of the US Army/Veteran Combat Infantry Group. Edward spent a lifetime in the business world, specializing in the sales, recruiting, and mortgage industries. He was a kind and loving soul, an avid reader, a gentle and honorable man, who enjoyed spending time with loved ones, whether neighbor, family or friends. He will be sorely missed. May he rest in peace. A Mass of Christian Burial will be held Tuesday, May 10, 2016, 10 AM at St. Columbanus Church, Cortlandt Manor, followed by interment in Assumption Cemetery, Cortlandt Manor. Visiting at Dorsey - Carlone Funeral Home 1100 Cortlandt St. Peekskill, on Monday, 2-4 and 7 -9 PM. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the American Legion (Mahopac) or the American Heart Association .
Published in the The Journal News on May 7, 2016
"The monsters are gone."
"I killed the monsters. That's what fathers do."
Timeline: Saturday May 07, 2016 13:30h. A Message from KD.
My brother Bones is flying to Seattle next month to run in a fundraiser in Port Angeles, Washington. I can't run anymore so I am sponsoring his trip and made the first contribution to this effort. I will simply say that Celia and I met the mother of a fallen SF officer who took this initiative and she is the real deal. We spent a lot of time while in Washington helping her. It's a small operation that will have a huge impact and Betsy is all-in having contributing all her savings and sons death benefit to get it started. The details of the event and how to contribute are below.
If anyone is looking for an opportunity to contribute to a worthy cause here it is. Cheers, KD
Run For Joe is a charity race in Port Angeles, WA raising money for The Captain Joseph House Foundation, a one-of-a-kind 501(c)3 non-profit. It is named for Captain Joseph Schultz, a Special Forces Green Beret, who was killed in Afghanistan. Following Joseph's death his mother Betsy closed her Bed and Breakfast and is converting it into a respite for Gold Star Families who have lost a loved one in combat/military action since 9/11. Read more at captainjosesphhousefoundation.org
Donors who want to sponsor your run should to go to runforjoe.com and click on the blue button that says DONATE/SPONSOR A RUN FOR JOE RUNNER
ENTER AMOUNT "TICKET BUYER" donor should enter their own information "TICKET 1 RUNNER SPONSORSHIP" is where they should put STEVE DAHL and firstname.lastname@example.org . COMPLETE PAYMENT”
I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three.”
Bob Baldwin. Yes. Bob Baldwin. High School, c. 1978: Quiet. Unassuming. Friendly. Gracious.
Now, c. 2016: Internationally Acclaimed Musician. Jazz pianist, Composer, Author, and Producer. Winner of Five SESAC Music Awards. And, yes, still Quiet. Unassuming. Friendly. Gracious.
He will be performing live, on SATURDAY, May 21st, 8:00 p.m. at The Paramount Theatre. 1008 Brown Street, Peekskill, NY.
It's a Homecoming. Be there.
Music is the speech of Angels.
The Force. Saturday April 16, 2016. 10pm to 1am. The Hudson Room, 23 South Division Street, Peekskill. Might see some familiar faces. Just sayin'.
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.
Ludwig van Beethoven
JW and KD. March 2016. Columbia, South Carolina.
The characteristic of Tao is gentleness.
Lao Tse. Tao Teh King, xl.
Jimmy Keegan, Lori Starkman, Betsy Pines: Houston, TX 02-25-16
You can all go to hell; I will go to Texas.
Dre: on his way, 12-17-15.
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by.
“It is either coincidence piled on top of coincidence," said Hollus, "or it is deliberate design.”
Robert J. Sawyer, Calculating God
Dateline: Thursday, November 26, 2015
Do you believe in coincidences? I don’t. I believe everything happens for a reason. We may not know or understand (yet) what that reason is, but I am sure it is in there, somewhere, waiting to be found out…eventually. I don’t mean to get all existential on ya, it’s just my way of introducing the reason for this email.
By the way, Happy Thanksgiving. One of the best Holidays of all time. Even the title is wonderful, so significant. Two of the most important words in the English language. Separately “Thanks” and “Giving” are massively important. Way underrated. Married up they mean so much more, not the least of which is Today (By the way, if we really understood, focused more on all that we do have, instead of all that we do not, we’d probably do a lot more “thanking” and a lot more “giving”, a lot more. But I digress…again.)
Anyway, the backstory:
Sometime in early September I suddenly thought: “call Bill Haviland”. Don’t know why; we aren’t really in touch with each other…. Last time I saw him was the 30th reunion, in 2008. But when these things pop-up in my mind like that, I try to act on them (remember: no coincidences, only reasons).
I called him. We chatted amiably. All good stuff: kids, work, life, friends, hearsay, hopes, fears, etcetera. After a bit Billy asked if I’d like to get some dinner with a couple of old buddies in December. (He knew to pin me down in September for a date three months away or he’d never snag me). Things being so amiable-like I said “sure!”—and I meant it.
Billy said he’d email a few friends and get back to me closer to the date. Depending on the response, we’d pick a convenient time and place that everyone liked.
So Billy got back to me earlier this week and said he had twelve definite “yesses”, which might end up being fifteen. We picked a nice place for dinner, and sat back. Then I began to think about it. I called Billy back and said: “Ya know, fifteen people makes for a big table; we’ll probably end-up only talking to the person seated immediately to our right or left. If fifteen people are coming,…Why don’t we pick a place where we can hang and make dinner optional? People can eat if they want, or drink, or eat and drink…whatever?” Billy liked it. So we changed venues to less of a sit-down-only joint. We talked some more, and I said, “Ya know, maybe we should open this thing up? Fifteen is a decent sized crowd…maybe we can get a few more people together, know what I’m sayin’?” Billy knew what I was sayin’.
So here I am. And there you are.
Me and Billy and a few more will be at The Peekskill Brewery (47-53 S Water St, Peekskill, NY 10566) on Saturday, December 12, about 7:00 p.m. Nuthin’ fancy. Some food. Some wine, some beer. Some Friends. Some Thanks. Some Giving. If you’re in town, come on by. No R.S.V.P., please; just show-up, or not. Anyone, and everyone: the more, the merrier.
Hope you all have a Wonderful Thanksgiving Weekend.
Some famous horses:
Blackie.......Chief Sitting Bull
Black Bess......Dick Turpin
Silver......The Lone Ranger
Bucephalus...........Alexander the Great
**Marengo was captured by the British, and outlived Napoleon by eight years. His skeleton is preserved at London's National Army Museum. A snuff-box was made from one of his hoofs.
-Schott's Original Miscellany
Delia Tamagna Sambucci supporting Panas Volleyball - Ranked 2nd in NYS - Nov. 2015
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
KD and Neck. Promotion Ceremony: KD's 3rd Star. (Yes, 3rd Star, Lieutenant General United States Army). Fort Sam Houston. San Antonio, TX. November 03, 2015.
KD and Dre, deep in the heart, way down in San Antonio, TX. November 2015.
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!!
A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap; An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit. Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?" But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll, The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll, O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints; While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind", But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind, There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind, O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
Rudyard Kipling. Tommy.
Do me a favor, okay? Tell my parents that I fought well today. And tell them that I...that I...that I fought hard."
Mark Bowden,Black Hawk Down
Disillusioned and Self-Deluded, Bowe Bergdaghl Vanished into a Brutal Captivity
JOINT BASE SAN ANTONIO-FORT SAM HOUSTON, Tex. — Army Pfc. Bowe Bergdahl was fed up. He was five weeks into a deployment in southeastern Afghanistan and frustrated with his mission and his leaders. He and his fellow soldiers weren’t going after the Taliban as aggressively as he wanted, and his sense of disillusion added to the disgust for the Army that he had begun developing while still in basic training.
Looking to make a stand, Bergdahl hatched a plan: He would run away from his platoon’s tiny outpost in Paktika province late on June 29, 2009. He would stay away from the Army a day, maybe two, and then reappear about 19 miles away at a larger installation and demand to air his grievances with a general. He knew that the region was crawling with insurgents, but he had “outsize impressions of his own capabilities,” according to an investigating officer, and was determined to create enough chaos to get the attention of senior commanders.
Those were among the details that emerged in a preliminary hearing here late last week. The soldier, carrying just a disguise, a knife and some provisions, was captured by insurgents by 10 a.m. the following morning, beginning four years and 11 months of captivity and torture by the Haqqani network, a group affiliated with the Taliban, according to Maj. Gen. Kenneth Dahl, the senior officer who carried out an investigation of Bergdahl’s actions and interviewed him at length.
The case against Bergdahl, who is charged with desertion and misbehaving before the enemy, is the most closely scrutinized desertion prosecution in the military in decades — perhaps since that of Pvt. Eddie Slovik, a soldier who became the only American executed for desertion since the Civil War. The officer overseeing the Bergdahl hearing, Lt. Col. Mark A. Visger, is expected to make a recommendation in the coming days to U.S. Army Forces Command, at Fort Bragg, N.C., about whether Bergdahl should be court-martialed.
Bergdahl, now 29 and a sergeant, was recovered in May 2014 in a controversial swap in which the White House approved the release of five Taliban detainees from the military prison at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. They are now in Qatar.
Emotional testimony has underscored the relentless brutality that Bergdahl had to endure, as well as the chaos caused by his disappearance and the lingering resentment of some of his comrades.
The case has also raised questions about the Obama administration’s handling of it, which included inviting Bergdahl’s parents to speak at the White House after the soldier was recovered, with national security adviser Susan E. Rice saying he served with “honor and distinction.”
The White House has since concluded that it badly misplayed the optics of Bergdahl’s release, according to administration officials. Bergdahl’s parents were in Washington the day he was recovered, and a quick decision was made to include them in a Rose Garden announcement, with little thought given to the ramifications of making Bergdahl appear to be a hero, the officials said.
Bergdahl joined the Army a few years after washing out of initial training for the Coast Guard. The Washington Post reported previously that it was for psychological reasons, but Bergdahl’s lawyer and Dahl were more specific in the hearing: The future Taliban captive was diagnosed with depression and sent home after he was found in distress in a Coast Guard barracks, sitting on a floor with blood in his hands, possibly from a bloody nose, Dahl testified.
“He wasn’t ready for it,” Dahl said of life in the Coast Guard. “He was overwhelmed, found himself in the hospital and was released.”
Bergdahl received a waiver to enlist in the Army. He was physically fit and well regarded for his work ethic, but quickly became disenchanted with his fellow soldiers and the Army’s training program. Among his gripes: He couldn’t believe higher-ranking soldiers wanted him to lock his wall locker to prevent theft and saw pre-deployment training at the National Training Center at Fort Irwin, Calif., as “lame,” Dahl said.
Bergdahl was assigned to the 25th Infantry Division’s 1st Battalion, 501st Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade Combat Team, of Fort Richardson, Alaska. There, he took offense to a motivational speech made by the senior enlisted soldier to the entire battalion. The command sergeant major said in jest that, like other soldiers, he liked to pillage and plunder, but Bergdahl took it literally, Dahl said.
In Afghanistan, there was another misunderstanding, Dahl said. Soldiers from Bergdahl’s unit weren’t all wearing their whole uniforms one day, a violation that upset then-Lt. Col. Clinton Baker, Bergdahl’s battalion commander.
Baker launched into a tirade to get his point across, kicking rocks in the process. Bergdahl was convinced that Baker had disturbed an Afghan grave, a suggestion that perplexed the others present, Dahl said.
The general found that Bergdahl’s childhood living at “the edge of the grid” in Idaho in relative isolation hurt his ability to relate to other people. As a result, he was an extremely harsh judge of character and “unrealistically idealistic,” Dahl said.
“I think he absolutely believed that the things he perceived were absolutely true,” he added.
Bergdahl could have gone to a number of people in his chain of command with concerns about his platoon. But he thought that they were in the Army for the money, or otherwise incapable of responding, Dahl said.
In some ways, the soldier did consider others before running away from Observation Post Mest, Dahl said. He told Dahl that he picked the night he disappeared in part because he knew another platoon already would be on the way in the morning to relieve Bergdahl’s, thus providing additional manpower to deal with his vanishing. He didn’t want to take his 5.56mm squad automatic machine gun with him alone outside the wire because he figured it would draw attention, but also decided against stealing a 9mm pistol because that would have gotten a fellow soldier in trouble, Dahl said.
Bergdahl’s disappearance was noticed around dawn, when he was due to take a guard shift. Capt. John Billings, his former platoon leader, testified that he was in shock that one of his men could have vanished, and initially thought his soldiers were pulling a joke on him. Reality eventually set in, though, and he informed his company commander, then-Capt. Silvino Silvino.
“I felt sick to my stomach,” said Silvino, now a major. “I didn’t know what was going to come after that. . . . I instructed him to go look high and low, and everywhere he could.”
Coalition forces across eastern Afghanistan altered their operations that summer looking for Bergdahl, exposing soldiers to additional and dangerous missions. That remains a sensitive point, amid allegations from Bergdahl’s fellow soldiers that at least six U.S. troops died because of his actions. Dahl said he examined a variety of evidence, and found nothing that connected the deaths directly to Bergdahl. But the search-and-rescue operations undoubtedly altered security in the region, military officials said, and plunged the units involved into hastily planned missions.
Baker, the former battalion commander, recalled that one platoon conducted 37 consecutive days of operations — long enough that new socks and T-shirts had to be delivered to the soldiers, since theirs were rotting on their bodies.
Bergdahl, meanwhile, was already in Pakistan. He was relentlessly beaten in captivity with rubber hoses and copper cables. He repeatedly tried to escape, said Terrence Russell, an official with the Pentagon’s Joint Personnel Recovery Agency, who interviewed Bergdahl after his return.
Bergdahl was moved to at least six different locations, including one referred to as a Taliban prison. After escaping once for nearly nine days, Bergdahl was put in a 7-foot cage, blindfolded and left there for most of his last 3½ years in captivity, Russell said.
Bergdahl has been accused often of cooperating with the insurgents or even seeking them out, but Russell said there is no evidence to support those claims. The Haqqani network forced him to make videos that were released online.
Russell grew visibly agitated while describing the conditions Bergdahl faced, wiping tears away at one point. While the sergeant has been accused of many things, Russell said, he was “an organization of one,” with no fellow prisoners who could keep his spirits up.
“He did the best job he could do,” Russell said, “And I respect him for it.”
Bergdahl’s attorney, Eugene Fidell, argued during closing arguments at the preliminary hearing that his client should not be court-martialed for either of the charges he now faces. There is probable cause, Fidell acknowledged, to charge him with a lesser offense, being absent without leave for one day, but the moment he was taken captive, Fidell said, that designation should have ended. The maximum penalty for being AWOL for one day is 30 days of confinement.
An Army prosecutor, Maj. Margaret Kurz, said that Bergdahl’s actions hurt the Army, his fellow soldiers and the mission in Afghanistan, and he must be punished.
“One does not just walk away into the Afghan wilderness,” she said, “and then return as though nothing happened.”
Karen DeYoung contributed to this report.
"We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial--I believe we are lost."
Erich Maria Remarque,All Quiet on the Western Front
You are invited to my latest exhibit along with my fellow EDGE graduate artists at Galvanize in Pioneer Square. This is a fabulous show that you won't want to miss. Two weeks only! I hope to see you there. Warmly, Susan
Imagination is the eye of the soul.
2015 Annual Golf Outing Dinner July 9, 2015 Peekskill Brewery
Andy, Tommy, Danny
Kenny, John, Bill
Dateline: Sunday June 28, 2015 19:32h
We will meet for dinner Thursday, July 9, 2015 at 7pm at the Brewery. We will also be playing golf Friday, July 10, at 10 at Hudson Hills.
We have reservations for four foursomes on Friday, if you know anyone who would like to join us please let me know.
Maj. Gen Kenneth Dahl of I Corps at JBLM carries the U.S. Open Championship trophy during opening ceremonies for the U.S. Open at Chambers Bay golf course. At left is USGA president Thomas J. O’Toole Jr. Photo taken in University Place on Sunday, June 14, 2015. Copyright The News Tribune. Photo by Drew Perine-Staff Photographer.
A man's own character is the arbiter of his fortune.
Tony Robinson and Gang - 20th ReUnion
Timeline: 07:14h - 05 June 2015
As many of you know, our good friend Tony Robinson has been fighting the good fight against adult onset diabetes these last few years. One outcome of that fight resulted in Tony having lost his left foot to amputation in May of 2012. I just had word last night that Tony's right foot is giving him problems. It is my understanding that he will be having surgery on that foot this Saturday June 06. I do not know the extent of the problem at this time.
I'm not a religious man, per se. But I do like to read, a lot. I've noticed that there are some timeless Truths, Truths that span every age, Truths that appear again and again in every great civilization, in every piece of wisdom literature, in every great man's mind, in every Religion. One of those Truths is the efficacy of Prayer.
Please keep Tony in your Prayers tonight.
Tony Robinson 35th ReUnion
The prayer of the humble pierceth the clouds.
Ecclesiasticus xxxv, 17.
Remember "Reality", that popular rock band at Panas fronted by Roy and Gary Renza? Well the Renza brothers have a new band called "The Force" which recently played to a packed house at Fulgum's Bar & Grill in Montrose. The band plays all the great hits from the 70's & 80's. Many Panas alumni showed up to support the guys. The Force will be playing around Westchester this summer. So come on out for a night of great music and a chance to see some old friends. http://jmhaederle.wix.com/theforce
I'm a rock star because I couldn't be a soccer star.
Susan Derrick, Turn, 2015, acrylic and plaster, 48" x 48"
Susan Derrick Solo Exhibition
Studio 103, Tashiro Kaplan Building, Pioneer Square 306 South Washington St., Seattle
May 7th - 30th, 2015 First Thursday Opening- May 7th, 2-9pm
Exhibition hours: Fridays and Saturdays 12-5pm
Thursday May 7th, 2-9pm First Thursday Opening Friday May 8th, 12-5pm First Friday Saturday May 30th, 12- 5pm Closing Party
There is free parking right across the street if you arrive after 5:00.
Impermanance explores the transience of time and the fragility of being human. The isolation of the figure is lost and found within richly textured layers of atmospheric color.
mid-15c., Scottish gouf, usually taken as an alteration of Middle Dutch colf, colve "stick, club, bat," from Proto-Germanic *kulth- (cognates: Old Norse kolfr "clapper of a bell," German Kolben "mace, club, butt-end of a gun"). The game is from 14c., the word is first mentioned (along with fut-bol) in a 1457 Scottish statute on forbidden games (a later ordinance decrees, "That in na place of the realme thair be vsit fut-ballis, golf, or vther sic unprofitabill sportis" [Acts James IV, 1491, c.53]). Despite what you read on the Internet, "golf" is not an acronym. Golf ball attested from 1540s; the motorized golf-cart from 1951. Golf widow is from 1890.
Courtesy: Online Eymological Dictionary
I still recognize: Tony Robinson, Fred Berndt, Barbara Hatzmann, Patti Engel, Debbie Vargulick, Lance "Romance" Poritzky, Mark McCaffrey, Kenny Filete, Eric Van Etten, Chris Perry, Leigh Treistman, Barney Molloy, Kevin Coleman, Mary Chauvan and Ellen White. Who else is in there? email me: email@example.com
Mr. Angelo Trongone
AngeloR. Trongone of Carmel, NY passed away on January 16, 2015 at the age of 88. He was born in Bronx, NY, the son of Angelo and Elena (Constantino) Trongone. He was a school teacher at Lincoln Titus Elementary in Lakeland for 30 years. He loved music and sang at many friend and family events. Angelo was a proud veteran of the United States Navy having served in the Asiatic and Pacific theatres during WWII. He is survived by his wife Blanche, his son Paul and his wife Sally, his daughter Gina, his daughter Elena Champagne and her husband Carl, his sister Yolanda, and his grandchildren Elena, Angelina, and Paul.
..the soul separated from the body and existing apart elsewhere. Is death anything else but this? Nothing else.
Plato. Phaedo (64).
Andy Ward and Mr. John Farley King, Jr.
John Farley King, Jr. of Cortlandt Manor, NY passed away on January 31, 2015. He was 80 years old. Prior to retiring John was a Plant Manager at Fleischmann’s Standard Brands in Peekskill.
He was born on September 25, 1934 in Peekskill to John Farley and Susan Clune King. He served in the US Army during the Korean War Era. On May 2, 1959 he married Frances Seirmarco at St. Patrick’s Church in Verplanck, NY. She predeceased him in August of 2005.
John is survived by three sons; John Farley King III and his wife Julie of Wappingers Falls, Brian King and his wife Kathryn of Lusby, MD and Jeffrey King and his wife Rosanna of Ashburn, VA, six grandchildren; John Farley King IV and his wife Nicole, Corrine, Gregory and Taylor King, Frances and Keira King and a great grandson, David. Also surviving are two sisters; Ida (Robert) Simmonds and Helen Acebal, brother-in-law James Seirmarco and his wife Sharon of Buchanan along with many nieces and nephews and a very special friend, Beth Beck.
Visitation is Wednesday, February 4th, 7 to 9pm & Thursday, February 5th, 3pm to 8pm at the Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home, Peekskill, NY. Mass of Christian Burial will be offered on Friday, February 6th, 10am at Church of the Holy Spirit, Cortlandt Manor. Interment will follow at St. Patrick’s Cemetery, Verplanck.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made to the American Cancer Society, PO Box 22718, Oklahoma City, OK 73123 or online at www.cancer.org, or to Church of the Holy Spirit, 1969 Crompond Rd., Cortlandt Manor, NY 10567 or to a Charity of your choice.
Mr. John Farley King III and Andy "Dre" Ward
He that loves the branch, loves the tree.
Mr. John Farley King, Jr. passed this past weekend. The father of one of my very best friends from high school. I don’t remember how or when John Farley King III and I met. It may have been KD who introduced us; they both came from the same neck of the woods, up near the old Beach Shopping Center. That freshman summer, and through our sophomore year we three were like brothers. If I had to sum up that time of my life in one word it would be “Jubilation”. I don’t remember ever laughing as much; not before and not since. Everything was new; everything was an adventure; everything was fun. And Farley was the catalyst. I’ve called him the ‘Pied Piper of Fun’ in these threads before, and that’s exactly what he was. The first question everybody had when the gang was getting together was “Is Farley coming?” If he was you knew it was time to fasten your seatbelts and buckle your chinstrap. Good times were coming, fast. But here’s the thing. Farley was also the most responsible, the safest to be around, the caretaker and protector of us all. It’s almost counterintuitive: the hardest partier was also the safeguard, the backstop, but it was so. And I attribute that trait, that quality, in large part to his Dad. In those early years Farley was most often just not available. Farley’s dad had him working. Even though Mr. King held an executive position, a big job at Standard Brands Inc., one of the area’s largest and oldest corporations, on weekends he ran a small landscaping business (a business, if I remember correctly, that Farley’s Grand-dad founded). Every Saturday and Sunday, all day, all summer long, Farley III and his dad loaded an old Ford pick-up with equipment and drove all over Montrose, Peekskill and Yorktown and mowed lawns. At thirteen, fourteen and sometimes even fifteen years of age, the young American male has perhaps his final fling with ‘summer-break’ before legal working papers are issued. Sure, most of us had chores; we all worked around the house, and babysat, and did our stints as camp counselor, and more in eighth and ninth grade. I’m not saying Farley’s situation was unique. But in my circle at least, at that particular age, no one worked harder or longer hours, while most of his buddies were essentially pool-hopping during the day and stealing into the Hollowbrook Drive-In with six-packs at night. Farley couldn’t be there, a lot. He was too busy pushing hand-mowers and wrangling leaves. This had a couple of very positive effects, and I am sure that Mr. King knew exactly what he was doing. First, the extremely physical nature of the work tired Farley out (just a bit, but just enough). I remember him showing up after his long days’ work two hours after the rest of us had already started. A lot of the piss and vinegar was beat out of him: we were bouncing off the walls and he was bone-tired. Second, the physical work also built-up his body. Farley was a big kid to begin with, and the hard work was strengthening him in such a way that the Football coaches were literally drooling when he showed up for late summer two-a-days. Third, and most importantly, Farley was learning diligence, fortitude, perseverance, and professional courtesy and responsibility while the rest of us were mainly concerned with combing our hair just so before we went out. These were practical and extremely worthwhile lessons, lessons that Farley’s Dad methodically and firmly taught him, instilled in him from the earliest age. It couldn’t have been easy to drag the 1970’s teen-age boy out of bed each and every Saturday and Sunday morn at sun-rise, and push him along until sun-down, while his buddies were all swimming and playing Frisbee. And remember, Mr. King had a full-time, big-time, white-collar job; he wasn’t pushing lawnmowers on weekends for the money. He was working with his boy. And I can say unequivocally that it paid real, and permanent dividends. John Farley King III, the ‘Pied Piper of Fun’, was and is among the most responsible, hard-working, diligent and caring men that I have ever known. As a pimply, punky, and extremely self-conscious teenager I never took the time to really get to know the parents of my friends very well. My loss. I would visit my friend’s houses, of course, and often see their Moms and Dads. They were all very friendly to me; none of them ever gave me any reason to flee and hide in the basement or wait outside the way I did. It was all me. (I was always impressed and a little envious of my teenage friends who could just sit down in the living room and have an instant rapport, a back-slapping and extended guffaw with the “grown-ups.” I wondered if they had some kind of training in “conversing with adults” that I missed out on.) Wonderfully, amazingly, my friends’ parents seemed to understand and accept my insecurity. They would just kind of smile knowingly, and say “He’ll be right out, John.” None more so than Mr. and Mrs. John Farley King. When I arrived for Farley, his mom or dad would kindly greet me at the door with a basket of apples, and then hand-pick and offer me the best one. (They discovered early on my love for the crispy and tart varietals, and kept a supply ready to hand.) They would watch me take that first loud crunchy bite, smile broadly and say “He’ll be ready in a minute, John. Where would you like to wait?”
Fran and Farley King
Glorious is the fruit of good labours.
Wisdom of Solomon iii, 15.
Evergreen Knolls Heroes, c. 1977(?): Billy Simunek, Paul Scordato, Craig Racicot, Rob Keville, Billy Gesson, Pete McElroy
During the fall of our Freshman year, the varsity football team accomplished an amazing feat. They won the State Section 1 Class A football championship against a heavily favored Port Chester team. Panas turned in a gutsy performance in what many sports writers described as the game of the year. Recently, several members of that team, along with other alumni, gathered to celebrate the 40th anniversary of that incredible win.
L>R Eric Blattman, Coach Borsari, Bill Simunek, Rob Keville, Pete McElroy, Tom Hayward, Bill Gesson and Coach Zumbach. Photo courtesy of L. Flood '75
As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.
Author: Soos Date: 5/20/2011 11:00 am
So they've got this relatively new TV channel in our area, it's called MSG Varsity and it televises local high school sports. Fifteen years ago, over beers, I told a friend of mine who was actually in the sports/media industry that we should film high school games and sell the rights to local television outlets for all those dads, uncles, and older brothers who couldn't see it live due to work, for posterity's sake, and for the sheer love of the game in its purest amateur form. He just smirked and said "shut up and drink your beer..." Anyway, these days I enjoy watching MSG Varsity on occasion (even though, if I acted on that idle beer-talk way back when, it could of been my ticket out...) The other day I was channel surfing and I noticed Yorktown was playing "Lakeland-Panas" in a lacrosse game, and (as usual) I began to muse, and I got to thinking about the Walter Panas Class of '74-75...(I'm going from memory here, so please forgive any ommissions/errors):
One Friday afternoon, my friend Tommy Scordato told me he was going down-county the next day to watch a very big football game, and would I like to come? Mrs. Scordato drove us way over to Mt. Vernon's Memorial Field Stadium, where Walter Panas High was playing Port Chester for the Section One Football Championship that year. And we sat down to watch these guys play, guys who supposedly walked in same hallways as me, but for the life of me, I didn't know who any of 'em were at all. I was a freshman at that time and apparently I wasn't paying attention like I shoulda' been. And I watched, transfixed, as Billy Simunek danced and bobbed and weaved his way all over that field. He wasn't running, he was soaring: he carved 'em up like a hot knife through butter. And I watched Pete McElroy punish opposing running backs from the bigger and badder down-county school. And Steve Dahl, Charlie Haviland, Jimmy Keating, Jeff Hitt, Jimmy Wright, Billy Gesson, Joey Mellone, and many others play the game of their life against the bigger, badder and heavily favored Port Chester squad. Guys who, forgive me, I just didn't (and still don't) know, yet who probably stepped on me every school day. I'm sure I'm leaving key guys out, but whoever you are, you played like heroes that day. That I know.
And the game came down to the final minutes, and then the final seconds. And Eric Blattman lined up to kick a field goal with time running out, a kick that would decide the outcome of the game. Nobody kicked field goals in high school football back then; it was considered too hard, too technical. In 1974, the Section One/County Championship was the pinnacle game in our area. There was no State Tournament, no regional play back then. If you won the Section, you were the best around. No questions asked.
The paint was barely dry at Walter Panas High at that time. It was only just built, an "extension" high school, slapped together in a hurry to take in the overflow of kids from Lakeland and Put Valley. To this day I tell people from Westchester that I went to "Panas" and they say "Huh?". Port Chester High, on the other hand, had been around forever, a large and quasi-urban school district, and they were supposed to kill us. And here was Eric Blattman in the tightest spot in the tightest game I ever saw, only a junior, a quiet leader, a classic three-sport Wunderkind who was also, remarkably, (as I remember) a very humble and nice kid. Eric walked up and calmly kicked the ball through the uprights, and time expired, and the crowd cheered and cheered. And I decided right then and there that I wanted to do what they did.
I had no idea how good that class of '74-'75 actually was. In fact, it wasn't until years later that I fully realized what they had accomplished. Unbelievably, most of that same group of guys went on to win the Section One Lacrosse Championship, at a time when Yorktown High dominated everybody and everything in that particular sport. And that's the thing: they didn't just win one Section title, they won two. I know it hasn't been done at Panas since. I'm pretty sure, (in those two sports at least) it hasn't been done in the same year by many other schools in Westchester, at all.
Our senior class of '78 had a pretty good bunch of athletes; we had a younger Haviland, a Dahl, a Gesson, a Scordato, and a Mellone, among others. We thought we might be able to acheive what our older brothers did back in '74-75. And we set out to do it, and we played our hearts out, and we practically died trying. And we came up short. Very short. So, a Tip o' the Hat to you '74-'75 guys, wherever you are.
A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.
General Probing Bergdahl Has ‘Right Mix of Skills’ for the Job
The man assigned to lead the Army's investigation into the 2009 disappearance and capture of Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl is a decorated officer who has spent two tours in Afghanistan himself.
Maj. Gen. Kenneth Dahl, a two-star general who is currently deputy commanding general of 1st Corps at Joint Base Lewis McChord in Washington state, has dedicated decades of his life to serving the U.S. Army. The husband and father of two met his wife, a lieutenant colonel, more than 30 years ago while the two were attending West Point.
Between the time he spent in Afghanistan and a deployment in Iraq, combined with his education — Dahl has two masters degrees, one in social psychology and the other in national security and strategic studies — he may be uniquely qualified to find out what really happened when Bergdahl vanished, colleagues say.
"He is an experienced combat leader and beyond that, an empathetic and fair-minded person. I think it's the right mix of skills for this task," said Michael O'Hanlon, a senior fellow at the non-profit public policy organization Brookings Institution and frequent visitor to Iraq and Afghanistan, where he spent time with Dahl. The two also know each other from Dahl's time at Brookings in 2007, when Dahl completed a fellowship there.
Peter Singer, the director of the program through which Dahl did his Brookings fellowship, added that Dahl is devoted to his work.
"I think very highly of him. He's very thoughtful, very honorable. I have a huge amount of admiration for him."
Dahl served as deputy commanding general of the 10th Mountain Division in southern Afghanistan from 2010 to 2012, returning later that year as a deputy commander of U.S. Forces Afghanistan, according to his Army biography. Before his second tour in June 2012, he was promoted from brigadier general to major general in a ceremony at his alma mater.
"I'm going to do the very best job I can do," Dahl said at the ceremony. "I am proud of what I do and who I do it with."
In a statement released Monday, Army officils said the purpose of the investigation that Dahl will head is to "ascertain facts" surrounding Bergdahl's departure from Combat Outpost Mest-Lalak in Afghanistan’s Paktika province in June 2009. Some of Bergdahl's fellow soldiers have called the former detainee a deserter, whose voluntary departure from the base led to his capture.
"These types of investigations are not uncommon and serve to establish the facts on the groung following an incident," the statement said. Dahl will not interview Bergdahl until the reintegraton team allows it, officials said. The Army added that as part of his research, Dahl will have access to an investigatino conducted in 2009 on Bergdal, which has not been made public.
Dahl was deployed to Iraq from September 2005 to August 2006, where he worked in support of the United States Embassy and the Iraqi government, serving as the top military officer in Baghdad's Green Zone.
O'Hanlon called Dahl's combat experience "crucial," but said it's his ability to be a compassionate leader that will help him in this new job.
"He is appreciated and admired by his troops," O'Hanlon said. "That's the blend of talents one needs here: a firm commitment to the mission combined with an empathy for the soldier."
Dahl and his wife, Lt. Col. Celia FlorCruz, were interviewed last year in The New York Times after their 30th wedding anniversary.
"Kenny usually does the right thing, whether someone's watching or not," FlorCruz told the Times of her husband.
The two have a pair of college-age daughters, Allie and Madeline. His daughters were the ones to pin the new two-star rank on their father's shoulders during his promotion ceremony in 2012.
"I wanted to have my promotion at West Point so that all of my family and friends who have showed their support over my whole career could make it," Dahl said at the time, in front of supporters who had gathered from across the country at West Point. "I'm also glad my daughters could make it here to do the pinning." Dahl had just eight months between his deployments to Afghanistan.
“My family asked me why I’m coming back so soon,” he said before his second tour, reported military news organization Stars and Stripes. “I told them it’s because the most important thing in war is how it ends.”
We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of Heaven. We have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation has grown...but we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand that preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched us, and strengthened us. And we have vainly imagined in the deceitfulness of our hearts that all of these blessings were provided by some superior wisdom or virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace...too proud to pray to the God who made us. The pursuit of happiness has become the pursuit of pleasure, and we wonder why we cannot find inner peace. When will we learn that inner happiness does not depend on outward circumstances? Abraham Lincoln announcing the First National Day of Thanksgiving in America, 1863.
So, I just recieved an email from a Class of '79 Alumnus, one of the better athletes from that class of notable athletes:
He's interested in setting up a WPHS "Old Timers" Lax game. For the sake of argument (and safety), let's set the minimum age at 48...no, say 49.
Better make it 50.
He has the very intelligent idea of "floating" the concept now, a full year or so out (to give us all time to get off of the couch).
Let me know...
Mike Perrelle (surrounded) - OT Game Winner: Panas vs. Fox Lane, May 1978
Lacrosse, today a marginally popular team sport in North America, may have developed as early as 1100 AD among indigenous peoples on the continent. By the seventeenth century, it was well-established. It was documented by Jesuit missionary priests in the territory of present-day Canada. The game has undergone many modifications since that time.
In the traditional aboriginal Canadian version, each team consisted of about 100 to 1,000 men on a field that stretched from about 500 meters to 3 kilometers long. These lacrosse games lasted from sunup to sundown for two to three days straight. These games were played as part of ceremonial ritual, a kind of symbolic warfare, to give thanks to the Creator or Master.
Lacrosse played a significant role in the community and religious life of tribes across the continent for many years. Early lacrosse was characterized by deep spiritual involvement, befitting the spirit of combat in which it was undertaken. Those who took part did so in the role of warriors, with the goal of bringing glory and honor to themselves and their tribes. The game was said to be played "for the Creator" or was referred to as "The Creator's Game."
The French Jesuit missionary Jean de Brébeuf saw Iroquois tribesmen play the game during 1637 in present-day New York. He was the first European to write about the game. He called it la crosse ("the stick"). Some say the name originated from the French term for field hockey, le jeu de la crosse. Others suggest that it was named after the crosier, a staff carried by bishops that bears a similarity to the sticks used in the sport.
The Army has initiated its investigation of the “facts and circumstances surrounding the disappearance and capture” of Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl, the service announced Monday.
Maj. Gen. Kenneth Dahl will conduct the investigation, the Army said in a statement. Dahl, the deputy commanding general of I Corps, has served three deployments in Afghanistan and one in Iraq.
The 15-6 investigation will look at Bergdahl’s disappearance and capture from Combat Outpost Mest-Lalak in Paktika province, Afghanistan.
Bergdahl disappeared June 30, 2009, and was held captive for almost five years. He was freed May 31 in exchange for five Taliban prisoners who were being held at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
His release has sparked fierce debate about whether he willingly walked away from his post and unit, and whether the U.S. government should have freed the five Taliban prisoners for him.
During the investigation, Dahl will have access to previously gathered evidence, including the initial 2009 investigation into Bergdahl’s disappearance, Army officials said.
There is no timeline for the investigation; Dahl will not interview Bergdahl until the reintegration team clears him to do so, the Army statement said.
“The Army’s top priority remains Sgt. Bergdahl’s health and reintegration,” according to the statement. “We ask that everyone respect the time and privacy necessary to accomplish the objectives of the last phase of reintegration.”
Bergdahl is undergoing phase three of his reintegration at Joint Base San Antonio-Fort Sam Houston, Texas. He arrived there June 13 after recovering initially at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany.
Kenny Dahl c. 1978
Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.Heraclitus
Art is not a thing, it is a way.
May 12, 2014: Graduation Day, James DePaoli (Paul's Son): DUKE LAW!!! THAT'S MY BOY!!! WAY TO GO, SON!!!!
A wise son makes a glad father.
When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life.
Continental Village Legends: John Bobolia, Billy Fortier, Larry Soronen, Tim Fortier, Louie Lifrieri, c. 1977
I wrote about real people and real circumstances and real neighborhoods. There was no crypt or no castles or no H.P. Lovecraft-type environments. They were just about normal people who had something bizarre happening to them in the neighborhood.
Tommy "ZeZay" Simmonds showing early promise...
If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.
Remember tonight...for it is the beginning of always.
Kristie Hearle, Billy Foley, Debbie Vargulick: 30th ReUnion PreParty
A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.
Edward R. Murrow
Paul DePaoli, Mike Littleton, Doug DePaoli
Paul D., far left.
The older I get, the better I used to be.
Bill Berner, longtime history teacher, coach and tennis player, died on January 3, 2014, after a long illness. He passed away peacefully at Pomerado Hospital with loved ones by his side, including his wife Ellie and children Gary and Carolyn. He was 87. He was born May 26, 1926, in Brooklyn, New York, to Nathan and Pauline Berner. Bill served in the U.S. Navy during World War II and graduated as a history major from the University of Virginia, where he was an all-star catcher for the baseball team. Bill earned his Master's degree in physical education from New York University and went on to pursue a career as a public school teacher and coach. He taught history and coached basketball for 35 years in the Lakeland School District in New York and coached tennis at Pace University in Pleasantville, New York. Bill and Ellie raised their family in Briarcliff Manor, NY, where they lived for 25 years before retiring to San Diego in 1983. After moving west, Bill continued to pursue his love of tennis, playing senior matches at the Rancho Bernardo Swim and Tennis Club. He also coached women's basketball at Mesa College in San Diego. Throughout his long athletic and teaching career, Bill instilled in his family and students a love of sports and the subject of history and current events. His children were his favorite tennis partners. Bill won many doubles matches and tournaments with Ellie, Gary and Carolyn. He was regarded with great respect not only for his tennis prowess but also for his demeanor both on and off the court. His survivors include his immediate family, wife, Ellie (whom he proposed to after the Brooklyn Dodgers won the World Series in 1955); his son, Gary and daughter-in-law, Anne, and their children, Claire and Jack; daughter, Carolyn Berner and son-in-law, Dan Tobin and their children, Julia and Nathan; his brother, Bob in Florida; and sister-in-law, Shirley Harrison and her children, Janice, Richard, Kenny and Dee, and their families. He will be missed by his family and friends and students who knew and learned from him. A donation in Bill Berner's name may be made to the international medical humanitarian organization Doctors Without Borders, or call 888-392-0392.
Published in the Pomerado News on Jan. 16, 2014
Athlete (n.) early 15c., from Latin athleta "a wrestler, athlete, combatant in public games," from Greek athletes "prizefighter, contestant in the games," agent noun from athlein "to contest for a prize," related to athlos "a contest" and athlon "a prize," of unknown origin. Before 1750, usually in Latin form. In this sense, Old English had plegmann "play-man."
Teacher (v.) Old English tæcan (past tense tæhte, past participle tæht) "to show, point out, declare, demonstrate," also "to give instruction, train, assign, direct; warn; persuade," from Proto-Germanic *taikijan "to show" (cf. Old High German zihan, German zeihen "to accuse," Gothic ga-teihan "to announce"), from PIE *deik- "to show, point out" (see diction). Related to Old English tacen, tacn "sign, mark" (see token). The usual sense of Old English tæcan was "show, declare, warn, persuade" (cf. German zeigen "to show," from the same root); while the Old English word for "to teach, instruct, guide" was more commonly læran, source of modern learn and lore.
Joe Quinn and Karen Hamm enjoying lunch with Fran Sullivan Schulz. January 2014
I haven't trusted polls since I read that 62% of women had affairs during their lunch hour. I've never met a woman in my life who would give up lunch for sex.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
On the battlefield, the military pledges to leave no soldier behind. As a nation, let it be our pledge that when they return home, we leave no veteran behind.
Fairfield Lacrosse Announces 14 NLI Signees for 2014-2015
Fairfield University head men's lacrosse coach Andy Copelan announced the signing of 14 student-athletes, from 10 states, to National Letters of Intent to play for the Stags.
Benny Borgognone (Manhasset, N.Y.), Liam DaRos (Patterson, N.Y.), Joe DeLasho (Tuckahoe, N.Y.), Will Fox (Mullica Hill, N.J.), Evan Gagne (Westhampton, N.Y.), Jesse Gwozdz (Taunton, Mass.), Tyler Murphy (The Woodlands, Texas), Drew Murray (Langhorne, Pa.), Spencer Noonan (Sammamish, Wash.), Brad Nordstrom (Phoenix, Ariz.), Nick Panara (Pittsford, N.Y.), Riley Peters (Bethesda, Md.), Joe Rodrigues (Saratoga, Calif.) and JB Smith (Dublin, Ohio) will enroll at Fairfield in September 2014 and become members of the University's Class of 2018.
"While I think it's important to have perspective regarding your incoming guys, I can confidently say that this is the most complete class we've brought to campus" said Copelan. "Lacrosse accolades aside, they are wonderful young men from great families. It's an honor to welcome them into the Fairfield community and we're excited for their arrival."
Liam DaRos, a midfielder, is a senior at Brewster High School where he has led the team in scoring in all three of his varsity seasons. He tallied 52 goals and had 27 assists as a junior, as he picked up his second All-County, All-Section and All-League honors in as many season.
Kenny DaRos #21
One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.
To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter.
Mario Capone of Putnam Valley, NY passed away on November 26, 2013. He was 87 years old. Mr. Capone was a retired Chef. He was born on April 3, 1926 in Italy to Carmine and Teresa Dellobuono Capone. On September 21, 1959 he married Carmelina Bizzarro at the Assumption Church in Peekskill. He is survived by three children; Teresa (Steven) Jones of Mohegan Lake, Rosalia (Sam) Vivenzio of Pine Bush and Gina Capone of Putnam Valley. Five grandchildren; Cristina Jones, Michael (Suzanne) Jones, Maria Vivenzio, Carmelina Vivenzio (Nicholas) and Vincent Vivenzio. Also surviving is a brother, Antonio (Irene) Capone. Predeceased by his wife, Carmelina Capone on January 20, 2011.
Visitation is Friday, 2pm to 5pm at the Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home, Peekskill, NY. Mass of Christian Burial will be offered on Saturday, 10am, at the Assumption Church. Entombment will follow at Hillside Cemetery.
Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home
414 Washington St.Peekskill, NY 10566
For many of us, there is not a better classmate or Friend than Teresa. Our thoughts and Prayers are with you now, T.
In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery, and their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
Wisdom of Solomon iii, 2-3.
Grandeur of character lies wholly in force of soul--that is, in the force of thought, moral principle, and love--and this may be found in the humblest condition of life.
William Ellery Channing (1780-1842)
August 30, 2013
Anyone who clings to the historically untrue, and thoroughly immoral, doctrine that violence never settles anything I would advise to conjure up the ghosts of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Duke of Wellington and let them debate it. The ghost of Hitler would referee. Violence; naked force, has settled more issues in history than any other factor and the contrary is wishful thinking at it's worst. Breeds that forgot this basic truth have always paid for it with their lives and with their freedoms.
2013 Annual Walter Panas High Class of '78 Golf Tournament (l-r): Billy Haviland, Billy Foley, Tony Robinson, Karen Russo, John Hintze, Doug Percesepe, Eddie Clark, Mike "Bird" Littleton
Birdie (n.): "little bird," 1792, from bird (n.1) + -ie. As golf slang for "a hole played one under par," by 1908, perhaps from bird (n.) in American English slang sense of "exceptionally clever or accomplished person or thing" (1839).
Eagle (n.): mid-14c., from Old French egle, from Old Provençal aigla, from Latin aquila "black eagle," fem. of aquilus, often explained as "dark colored" (bird); see aquiline. The native term was erne. Golf score sense is first recorded by 1908 (according to old golf sources, because it "soars higher" than a birdie): a hole played in two strokes under par. The figurative eagle-eyed is attested from c.1600
THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!! Lindsay Lamy and Skyler Rose; Born May 08, 2013 at 11:32pm; 6lbs 12 oz (Lisa Donnelley's GRANDDAUGHTER)
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts.
Matty Moro, Eddie "Nate" Clark, Paul DePaoli
If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.
Doing Lunch NYC 2013: Joe Quinn, Karen Russo, Lori Starkman, Karen Theiss. Joe: What's your secret? It's always three beautiful women, and you... Karen T.: Love the Hair!! May we ask that you cross the Atlantic once more in October for our 35th ReUnion...Please?!
Karen Theiss c. 1978
It becomes all wise men to confer, and converse.
Major General Kenneth R. Dahl and Lieutenant Colonel Celia FlorCruz Dahl: Then and Now
Lt. Col. Celia FlorCruz and Maj. General Kenneth Dahl have been married 30 years. General Dahl, a deputy commanding general for United States forces in Afghanistan, is stationed in Kabul, helping to oversee the withdrawal of troops from the country. Colonel FlorCruz flies Army helicopters and is currently commanding a medical unit of 700 at Fort Drum in upstate New York. He has done four tours overseas, she has done two. They began dating in 1980 during their junior year at West Point and have two college-age daughters. Their interviews have been edited and condensed.
How did you start dating?
Celia: My father was a West Point grad, a retired colonel. From the beginning my goal was to have a career in the Army and retire with 30 years in 2012 as a colonel. I hadn’t planned on marriage or kids. So when I met Kenny, I was not looking for a relationship.
Ken: My junior year we had a class near each other. I’d be trying to find a reason to pass her. I had a friend from the lacrosse team with a first-floor room and I’d run to his room, look out the window and when she was about to pass, I’d run out and we’d have a chance encounter. I finally got up the courage to ask her to the movies.
Celia: “It Came From Outer Space,” at Thayer Hall, one of those 3-D movies with the glasses — awful.
During the movie he handed me a Starlight peppermint; they didn’t have refreshments. He had it in his pocket, which was a nice surprise. There aren’t really pockets in dress grays — just a tiny one at the hem. You have to unzip the bottom of the jacket, which you’re not supposed to do in public.
Ken: I’m thinking, “What can I do to make this special?” To let her know it was not just a movie. The peppermint turned out to be a big deal. The rest of the time we were at West Point, I was leaving peppermints on her desk.
Celia: We walked back to the barracks, we sort of were not supposed to touch. He put two fingers to his lips and then put them on mine.
How was that?
Celia: A little disappointing. I’d been looking at his lips for several weeks, thinking how awesome they’d be. There was no public display of affection allowed.
Was there any public around?
Celia: Kenny usually does the right thing whether someone’s watching or not.
Ken: I didn’t have the courage to kiss her. She has a strong personality and my sense was you’ll only get one shot. There were 4,000 guys and 60 girls in our class. Most were taller and better cadets than I was. What chance do I have? I wasn’t going to go too fast and screw things up.
At some point there was a real kiss?
Celia: A week later in the library. In the stacks. If you stayed still long enough, the lights would go out.
Celia: Pretty awesome, I definitely needed more of that.
Ken: I was falling pretty hard and she was being very cautious. She’d get spooked, push back hard, try to break contact. I’d panic. I can still feel it, the panic, oh my God, I’m going to lose her.
I’d track her down at the dining hall, ramp up the peppermint patties.
Celia: I’d try to break up with him. This was not my plan. I never went with anyone for more than three months. ‘Why are you still here?’ It was hard to get rid of Kenny. He treated everybody with a lot of respect. Most guys at West Point are very arch about women.
Ken: She’d say, “What if we have kids?” I said, “I’ll get out of the Army and take care of them, I’m O.K. with that.”
Ken: I was confident she’d say yes but wanted to ask her father’s permission. After lacrosse practice Friday night, my brother and I drove to her folks’ house in Virginia.
Celia didn’t know. We got there after midnight.
We were at the kitchen table. I said to her father, “I want to ask your permission to marry your daughter and I’m hoping for your blessing.” He gave me two pieces of advice: Don’t let her get between you and your family and start saving money. But he never actually said yes; I was waiting for that. After a while I assumed that was a yes. Then we got in the car and drove back to West Point in time for practice Saturday morning.
You’re both Catholic and eventually had a church wedding. But right after graduation, you married in a civil ceremony so you could go off to your first post in Germany together.
Ken: When we came back to the house, her father said, that’s very nice, but you sleep down the hall, you’re not married until the church and sacrament.
Separate bedrooms on your wedding night?
Ken: Thanks to my military training, I knew how to get from one end of the hall to the other without the floor creaking.
Celia was the first to deploy, as a Medevac pilot in Desert Storm. Ken, you were getting your master’s at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and caring for Allie, who was 17 months old at the time.
Celia: I think we spent two years together in our first seven years of marriage.
Ken: Celia was terrified she wouldn’t come home. She was terrified Allie wouldn’t remember her. I blew up a photo of her and taped it by Allie’s bed and we’d kiss Mommy good night. I took all these photos of Celia and put them in plastic frames and left them around the house and Allie would play with them.
When her unit returned to Fort Bragg, they marched off the plane in formation. There was a lot of confusion, I was holding Allie and looking around for Celia, and Allie started yelling, “Mommy!” She saw Celia first. She recognized her.
Ken: When I count my successes in life, that’s at the top.
After your second child, Celia left Army active duty for 17 years. That wasn’t the plan.
Ken: It was a big surprise. I said I’m the one who’s supposed to get out. I felt really bad.
Celia: I didn’t want someone else raising the girls. I loved the Army, but my maternal instincts kicked in. I loved my husband and children more.
Suddenly you were an Army wife.
Celia: It was hard. You look around and see a lot of troubled marriages. Soldiers go off to war, everybody changes, they come back, they don’t fit together in the same ways. We’ve seen a number of our classmates climb to very high ranks and their marriages fail.
How about my buddy, he goes down range, his heart broken. As the plane is taking off, he gets a text from his wife, I’m leaving you.
Ken: There was a period it was really bad. Both my brothers’ marriages fell apart. We sat down with the girls, we told them this wasn’t going to happen to us, you don’t have to worry.
Celia, you’re also a counselor. What do you say to the wives?
Celia: I teach divorce prevention. One of the things I say is don’t talk about sex all the time with your girlfriends. You start talking about sex, you start looking for sex, consciously and unconsciously.
Ken: When Celia was gone, I’d open her closet just to smell her. We really enjoy having a cocktail at night together. While she’s deployed I don’t drink, I couldn’t enjoy it.
Two years without a drink?
Ken: Actually, the second deployment I gave that up, that wasn’t going to last.
Does Skyping and talking regularly by phone help?
Celia: No. We talk maybe once every 10 days. If you’re trying to speak every day, you get called away on a detail, the spouse at home is afraid something bad has happened and has wasted a whole day waiting for a call that never came.
Ken: One thing about Celia, she’s a letter writer. I have 270 letters so far from her. Last deployment, 380.
It can’t be easy adjusting as a couple when your spouse returns from war.
Ken: Celia’s a Medevac. She sees all kinds of carnage. I remember we went to see “Saving Private Ryan.” She walked out in the opening scene. I’m not really up for it, she says.
Celia: Back from war, I really wasn’t feeling romantic or like being touched. I’d adapted myself to another environment. There was no reason to expect to live. It was natural for Kenny to want a softer wife.
Getting romantic again didn’t take long. But getting over post-traumatic stress disorder was about 10 years. At first, I had hallucinations. I thought a helicopter was chasing me.
One of my soldiers took a pistol and blew off the back of her head. Another was admitted to a rubber room in the Midwest calling for me.
How did you get over it?
Celia: What finally did it, was putting it all on paper. I remember writing, ‘It’s not my fault. They wouldn’t take her out of the cockpit when I told them she wasn’t doing well.’
At first I expected Kenny to be my knight in shining armor to help with the whole P.T.S.D. thing. I was expecting him to rescue me. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I had to realize he didn’t have the answer. Eventually, it made our marriage stronger.
Ken: Our Catholicism has been important. I go to Mass every week here, even if the priest isn’t particularly good.
At night, I look at the moon in Kabul and think, Celia’s looking at the same moon.
Celia: Married so long, so well.
Ken: My first wish is that our two daughters are as happily married as Celia and I are.
Good material often stands idle for want of an artist.
Many people don't understand how disciplined you have to be to play jazz...And that is really the idea of Democracy: freedom within the Constitution, or Discipline. You don't just get out there and do anything you want.
Sagehen Men Take Third At SCIAC Championship
La Mirada, Calif. - The Pomona-Pitzer Men's Swimming and Diving team came in third place overall at the 2013 SCIAC Championships, held at Splash! La Mirada.
The highest individual finish for a Sagehen at the event was fifth, shared by four competitors: senior Tommy DePaoli (Danbury, Conn. - pictured) in the 100 fly (51.21), sophomore Kevin Byrne (Huntsville, Ala.) in the 200 free (1:44.27), senior J.P. Cumming (Portland, Ore.) in the 1650 free (16:21.20) and sophomore Hugh Berryman (Gilbert, Ariz.) in the 50 free (21.09).
Berryman moves into third place on the school's all-time list in the 50 free, behind only record-holder Ben Comer (20.77) and last year's graduate Max Scholten (20.80), and has two more years to try to make it to the top of the Sagehen leaderboard. Berryman also moved into third place in the 100 free as well with a 46.92 in the preliminaries, putting him less than second behind Comer's record of 46.16.
DePaoli graduated third all-time in the 100 fly with his 51.21, just .01 out of second place and the fastest time for any Sagehen since 1993. He also stands in fifth place in the 200 fly with a 1:54.96, a personal best he barely missed at SCIACs with a 1:54.99 (good for seventh)
Berryman, DePaoli, freshman Ferrel Atkins (Alexandria, Va.) and sophomore Eirik Hansen (The Woodlands, Texas) did set a new program record in the 200 medley relay with a 1:34.69, finishing fourth. The old mark of 1:35.79 was set in 2010.
Tommy DePaoli: Flyin'
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do all the rest have to drown too?
Terence ("T-Bird") Donnellan, WPHS '78 Grad, Varsity Wrestler, Winthrop Drive Alum, is an accomplished Author and Artist. Please check out his way cool website: www.terencedonnellan.com
(And buy his book!)
Art hath an enemy called ignorance.
WPHS' own Dave Herman, hanging with the Masters...
Artists, like the Greek Gods, are only revealed to one another.
BREWSTER, N.Y. | William Dominic Spinelli, 84, distinguished educator and former supervisor of Putnam Valley, passed away Jan. 7, 2013, at the Putnam Ridge Nursing Home in Brewster, where he resided for the past several years. Bill, as he liked to be known, was a native of Auburn and the son of Francisco and Giovanina Spinelli, who arrived at Ellis Island from Bari, Italy, in the early 1900s. He attended Auburn city schools and in 1952, graduated from LeMoyne College, Syracuse, with a degree in English. He subsequently earned a master's degree in English from Fordham University and a master's degree in guidance from Syracuse University. Bill's lifelong career in education began in Chittenango in 1956, teaching English. He became the Director of Guidance and Psychological Services at Le Moyne College in 1960 and left that position in 1963 to join the Lakeland Central School District in Westchester County. In the course of 26 years, he served as Director of Guidance and then Assistant Principal at Lakeland High School, Assistant Principal and then Principal of Walter Panas High School, then moving to the Lakeland Central Administration in 1982, retiring in 1989. In 1993, Bill was appointed to fill an unexpired term as supervisor of Putnam Valley, N.Y., where he lived in Roaring Brook Lake. He was elected to a second term in fall 1993 and retired from that position in 1995. Bill's dedication to education and public service was superseded only by his dedication to his family. He is survived by his sons and their wives, Francis and Kathleen, of Cold Spring, William D. Jr. and Annelise, of Wappingers Falls and Joseph and Christine, of Carmel, and the mother of his sons, Jackaline Ring, of Albany; 11 grandchildren; two sisters, and numerous nieces and nephews. The family will receive friends from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m. Wednesday, Jan. 9 and Thursday, Jan. 10, at the E.O. Curry Funeral Home. A Requiem Mass will be celebrated at 10 a.m. Friday, Jan. 11, at St. Columbanus Church, 122 Oregon Road, Cortlandt Manor, followed by entombment at Hillside Cemetery, Cortlandt Manor. In lieu of flowers, please send donation in Bill's memory to Putnam Valley Library, 30 Oscawana Lake Road, Putnam Valley, NY 10579.
Published in The Citizen on January 8, 2013
Services are as follows:
Wake 2-4 p.m. and 7-9 p.m. Wednesday January 9 and Thursday, January 10, 2013 E.O. Curry Funeral Home 313 North James st Peekskill NY Phone: 914-737-0083
Funeral: Friday 10am January 11, 2013 St Columbanus 122 Oregon Road (Westchester Co.) Cortlandt Manor, NY 10567
The teacher is like the candle, which lights others in consuming itself.
Lori Starkman and Donna Duchene: DelRay Beach, FL 12-23-12
I swear it upon Zeus an outstanding runner cannot be the equal of an average wrestler.
Merry Christmas to Our Friend. Thank You For Your Service, Sir. 20-Dec-2012
Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.
An Open Letter to the Class of 1978:
As we enter into the Holiday season, many of us review the past year and give thanks for our current situations in life. We experienced a year in which there was a tumultuous presidential election and the storm Sandy which was the worst weather event in a century.
As many of you know, I experienced serious surgery last May which resulted in the loss of my lower left leg. Due to extensive Physical Therapy, and receipt of my first prosthetic, I am doing much better today.
I wanted to use this time of the year to thank the class of 1978 for their outpouring of support for me during the surgery and subsequent rehabilitation. Many of you sent me texts, emails, called and visited me at the hospital and at my home. While the number of people to thank is numerous, people like Jim Flietz and Bill Foley were two classmates who I feel should be pointed out for their support. Also, I was completely awed when Kenny Dahl contacted me from Kabul Afghanistan to see how I was recuperating. I hope you will attend next year’s 35 year class reunion where I can thank you all personally.
I wish everyone the best during this Holiday season and let me be one of the first to wish you all a Happy New Year.
A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
Band of Brothers. Back Row (l-r): John Hintze, Billy Haviland, (William Spinelli, Admin.), Kenny DaRos, Ray Scalone, Richie Mellone, John White, Jimmy Fleitz (Coach Nelson). Front Row (l-r): John Gaccione, Soos, Coach John Sarkissian, Kenny Dahl, Richie Bobik
It's the Most WONDERFUL Time of The Year… That's right, it's GAME TIME:
The 34th Annual WPHS '78 Turkey Bowl is ON
Date: Friday November 23, 2012
Place: 50 yard line, Walter Panas High School Football Field
Lunch to follow Afterwards (for those still standing) at The Stadium Pub
Gentlemen, it is better to have died a small boy than fumble this football.
Lindsay Donnelley's West Point Wedding September 21, 2012
Winter and wedlock tames man and beast.
Tommy DePaoli: That's My Boy!!
October 26, 2012 Malibu, Calif. - Senior Tommy DePaoli (100 fly) had a first place finish as the Pomona-Pitzer Men's Swimming team opened the 2012-13 season at the Malibu Invitational, hosted by Pepperdine.
DePaoli won the 100 fly with a time of 54.75, and also finished third in the 200 fly (2:07.71).
Tony Robinson and Glenn O'Neill: Track and Field Practice, WPHS 1978
An update from our Friend Tony Robinson:
From: Tony Robinson [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org] Sent: Friday, September 14, 2012 5:52 PM To: js
I wanted to update you on my condition. I received my initial prosthetic last week. Based on instructions from my prosthesisist, I have been easing into using it. To date, I have not had any issues. As a matter of fact, I already have been to the driving range hitting golf balls.
This prosthetic is a temporary prosthetic and is designed to mold my leg before getting a permanent prosthetic in about six months. Take care and I hope all is well with you and your family.
201-274-6597 "The Heart of the Matter" Don Henley
n.b.: Tony is planning on being at this year's Turkey Bowl (Friday November 23, 11:00h, WPHS Field). My money says he can "shake and bake" it like the old days.
Everybody's Two Favorite Guys: Casey Stengle and Paul DePaoli Oct 2012 in the Redwood Grove behind Casey's house (CA)
87, passed away on September 23rd, 2012. He was predeceased by his wife of 53 years, Nancy Glass Pines. Stuart was a native of Peekskill, New York and was a practicing physician there for over 35 years. He graduated from the Citadel Military College of South Carolina and received his medical degree from State University of New York College of medicine at Syracuse. Stuart served his country in the Army Medical Corps and U. S. Army Reserves for 42 years, achieving the rank of full Colonel. He had a deep love of music and played the trumpet in various bands over the years. He was an avid reader who had a fair vocabulary in at least eight languages. Despite such a full life, his dedication to his patients and country were always secondary to the love and devotion to his wife and family. Survivors include brother, James Pines of Chevy Chase, Md. sisters Joanne Hersh of Peekskill, NY and Doris Markoff of Houston, Tx. He is also survived by his daughters Betsy Levinson and husband Marc of Houston, Andrea Galgani of Cold Spring, NY, Susan Wolert and husband Richard of Wappinger Falls, NY and sons Sam Pines and wife Gerd of Woodstock, CT and Larry Pines of Mohegan Lake, NY. Grandchildren include Matthew and Jessica Pines, Peter and Joseph Galgani, Jordan and Erik Wolert, Sarah Levinson, Erik and Jacob Nimmo and great granddaughter Lillian Nimmo. Burial will take place at the First Hebrew Congregation Cemetery of Peekskill, NY on Friday, the 29th. A Houston memorial service will be announced at a later date. In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to the Congregation Beth Israel Endowment Fund or a charity of your choice .
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.
First Annual Tommy Scordato Memorial Golf Outing July 13, 2012: Tony Robinson and Lori Starkman
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Andy Ward and Mr. John "Big Farley" King
To a Friend's house the road is never long.
Music is the speech of angels.
Karen Russo Hamm
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
Song of Solomon 8:7
Blast from the Past...is Ono's still there?
Pizza (Italian pronunciation: pittsa),from the Latin verb pìnsere, to press and from the Greek pēktos, πηκτός, meaning "solid" or "clotted". The Ancient Greeks covered their bread with oils and herbs. In Byzantine Greek, the word was spelled πίτα, pita, or πίττα, pitta, meaning pie. The Romans developed placenta, a sheet of dough topped with cheese and honey and flavored with bay leaves. Modern pizza originated in Naples, Italy as the Neapolitan pie with tomato. In 1889, cheese was added.
In 1889, during a visit to Naples, Queen Margherita of Italy was served a pizza resembling the colors of the Italian flag, red (tomato), white (mozarrella) and green (basil). This kind of pizza has been named after the Queen as Pizza Margherita.
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
Mother O' Mine
by Rudyard Kipling
Dahl, Teresa E. August 29, 1930 - June 19, 2012 Teresa E. Dahl of Cortlandt Manor, NY passed away on June 19, 2012. She was 81 years old. She was born on August 29, 1930 in Poughkeepsie, NY to Carmine and Gelsomina Poalinelli Zeoli. For over thirty five years, Teresa worked as an admitting clerk in the emergency room at Hudson Valley Hospital. Teresa graduated from Peekskill High School in 1948. In 1953, she married Ossie Dahl at the Assumption Church. Teresa is survived by three children; Ossie T. Dahl and his wife, Donna of Cortlandt Manor, NY, Stephen F. Dahl of Pinehurst, NC and Major General Kenneth R. Dahl and his wife, Lt. Col. Celia FlorCruz of Alexandria, VA. Also surviving are six grandchildren; Lauren, Matthew, Catherine, Abigail, Alexandra and Madeline. Predeceased by her husband, Ossie Dahl, a brother, George Zeoli and a sister, Gloria Cococcia. Visitation is Friday, 2-4 & 7-9pm at the Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home, Peekskill, NY. Funeral Mass will be held on Saturday, 10AM at the Assumption Church. Interment will follow at Assumption Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers donations can be made to the Dominican Sisters Family Health Service, 299 No. Highland Ave., Ossining, NY 10562
Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home 414 Washington Street Peekskill, NY 10566 914-737-1363
Published in the The Journal News on June 21, 2012
I was at Kenny's Promotion Ceremony at West Point a couple Saturday's ago, on June 9. I was seated next to a fine looking gentleman, and we talked together for a few minutes before the proceedings. He asked me how I knew Kenny, and I told him that we were high school buddies. He said he was Kenny's roomate at West Point. We spoke very briefly, but in that short span he told me of how he used to go across the river to Mrs. Dahl's house just about every free weekend he had. He said, "I spent more time there, it seemed, than maybe even Kenny did. Mrs. Dahl fed me and treated me like I was her own, at a time when I missed home more than anything in the world. It meant everything to me..."
And what that gentleman said to me is the truest statement there ever was: "Mrs. Dahl fed me and treated me like I was her own, at a time when I missed home more than anything in the world. It meant everything to me..." He and I were there to celebrate a momentous occasion, the latest of several acheivements in Kenny's storied career. And in less than ten seconds of knowing one another, we were talking about Mrs. Dahl.
Kenny, and Steve, and Ossie had, and have, as many friends as anyone I can think of, anyone I ever met. And Mrs. Dahl knows everyone of them, and every one of them knows her, and she has opened her home and her arms to all, always. I can remember being at the Dahl house as a teenager, a lot, and thinking to myself: this is what Happiness must look and feel like....
It all came from her. When she looked at her boys, she beamed brighter than any sun in any sky. On June 9, I saw her look at her boys with that same joy. And that kind of Light can never, will never, go away.
Major General Kenneth R. Dahl
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
I was spending some time down at the Hudson River this weekend and while I was walking I kicked something. It was a class ring from Walter Panas HS , 1978. Inside the ring , the best that I could tell was inscribed "Craig Lana" . Can you help me locate the owner of this ring? I'm sure they would be happy to get it back.
email@example.com ( Please contact me at this e-mail address with any info.)
Whattayathink? Sounds like it might belong to Craig Langer?
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.
William Cowper. The Retired Cat.
West Point June 9, 2012
West Point June 9, 2012: Megan Fleitz, Major General Kenneth R. Dahl, Jimmy Fleitz
West Point June 9, 2012: Tony Graci, Paul DePaoli, Major General Kenneth R. Dahl, Mike Littleton, Billy Haviland, Billy Foley
West Point June 9, 2012: Allie, Kenny, and Madeline Dahl
West Point June 9, 2012 l-r: Scott Klarer, Tony Graci, George Vaselekos, Ralph Fasano, Eddie Clark, Major General Kenneth R. Dahl, Paul DePaoli, Mike Littleton, Billy Haviland, Billy Foley
KD, Scott "Neck" Klarer, Celia Dahl
"...I know wherever I was that you thought of me, and if I got in a tight place you would come -- if alive." --from letter, dated 10 March 1864, from Maj-Gen W.T. Sherman to his boss U.S. Grant, just promoted to Lieut.-Gen
Tony Robinson and Janet Kunkel
Tony Robinson is now home from the hospital and rehabilitation center in New Jersey following surgery to amputate his left leg. Now is a hard time as he has to wait some weeks in order to allow the leg to heal and shape before he gets fitted for a prosthetic (hopefully late June). Tony's cell is (201) 274-6497, his e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org.
He that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.
Paul. Romans xiii,8.
I deploy for another year in Afghanistan next month. Before I go I will have a promotion ceremony at West Point on Saturday 9 June. Still working out exact location and time at West Point and will post that as soon as I have it. Tentatively 12:00 at Herbert Hall Alumni Center near the stadium. I will cater a reception for a few hours following ceremony and everyone is invited. The more the merrier and its all on me. Hope you can make it. If you decide to come let me know by emailing email@example.com so I can have enough food and drink.
I was expecting to deploy in late August and it has been moved up two months so I am pressed to put this together, so details will follow soon...thanks very much..KD
A soldier's but a man; a life's but a span;
Why, then, let a soldier drink. Some wine, boys!
Othello, Act 2, Scene 3.
May 07, 2012:
Tony Robinson has been battling diabetes for years now. Last week he went to his doctor for severe pain in his left foot. He had lost circulation, and the doctor had no choice but to amputate. Tony has more surgery scheduled for today, Monday May 7.
For those of you who are so inclined, please Pray for a full and rapid recovery for our Good Friend, Tony Robinson. He is in great spirits right now, and by all accounts his attitude is remarkable. No surprise there: Tony Robinson, as anyone who knows him will attest, is an absolute Rock, a Pillar of Strength, as Steady as they come.
Tony is looking forward to hitting rehab full-on, so he can continue to do all of the things as well as, if not better, than he does now. We have no doubt that he will succeed.
Tony does not anticipate being completely ready to play golf at the Tommy Scordato Memorial Tourney on Friday July 13 (but don't bet on it); he is planning on attending the dinner the evening before. If you want to call Tony, he asks that you please call after Tuesday, May 8. Surgery will be at Morristown General Hospital, Morristown, NJ.
As of May 12 Tony is at the Atlantic Rehabilitation Institute, 95 Kemble Ave., Morristown NJ 07962 (exit 33 i287). His cell is (201) 274-6497, his e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org. Give him a holler.
My nearest, closest armour is Prayer.
Rig Veda, vi, 75, 19.
Kindness of Paul DePaoli
All hockey players are bilingual. They know English and profanity. Gordie Howe
Freshman Football Party, John Vallorosi's House: Back (L-R) John Vallorosi, Shawn Mackey, Jimmy Fleitz, John King; Front (L-R) Richie Bobik, John Gaccione, Ray Scalone
Freshman Football Party, John Vallorosi's House: Back (L-R) Billy Haviland, Timmy Hogan. Front (L-R) Richie Bobik, Shawn Mackey, John Gaccione, Jimmy Fleitz, Tommy Scordato
Freshman Football Party, John Vallorosi's House: Back (L-R) John White, Richie Mellone, Kenny DaRos, Tony Maresco. Front (L-R) Billy Haviland, Richie Bobik, Shawn Mackey, John Gaccione, Jimmy Fleitz, Tommy Scordato, Timmy Hogan
Freshman Football Party, John Vallorosi's House: Back (L-R) Richie Mellone, Kenny Dahl. Front: John White, Tony Maresco, Ralph Fasano, Kenny DaRos. All photos Kindness of Frank Vallorosi
They are rich who have true friends.
Delia Tamagna's Twins: Daria Sambucci (left) and Lauren Morlino (right)
Speech is oft repented, silence never.
Lisa Littleton: Player of the Week
Littleton Named Empire 8
Player of the Week
ROCHESTER, NY – It didn't take long for Hartwick freshman Lisa Littleton (Yorktown, NY/Yorktown HS), to make her presence known on the lacrosse field. After just one collegiate game under her belt, Littleton has been tabbed the Empire 8 Women's Lacrosse Player of the Week, which was announced from league headquarters today. Littleton scored three goals and assisted on another in a span of 5:50 in the second half to help Hartwick to a 10-7 come-from-behind victory over Mount Saint Mary on Saturday at Wright Stadium. She also contributed three ground balls, two draw controls, and two caused turnovers. With 16:27 left in the game, Littleton put the Hawks up for good, 6-5, with her first goal in a Hartwick uniform. She added her second of the day 59 seconds later on a free-position shot to give the Hawks a three-goal cushion. Littleton set up teammate Brittany McCabe (Manorville, NY/Eastport South Manor HS) for her fourth goal of the day with 11:43 showing on the clock and picked up her third tally of the afternoon 1:06 later for 'Wick last goal. Hartwick (1-0) is on the road this weekend for a pair of games. The Hawks play Maritime on Saturday and Farmingdale State on Sunday.
He who has daughters is always a shepherd.
Liz (Mitchell) Marques is the Grand Marshall of the 2012 Peekskill St. Patrick's Day Parade The Official Announcement and Invitation is below. (The Colonial Terrace Formal Dinner RSVP has unfortunately passed, but the full weekend's festivities are outlined as follows):
Sunday March 4: Dinner
Friday March 9: Pub Crawl $ 25 (6p.m. at The Peekskill Elks Club)
Saturday March 10:
Brunch - 11am - $15
Mass - 1PM
Parade - 3pm
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them. P.G. Wodehouse
Ann Andrews, Sue Olsen, Laurie Franz
From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done.
Edward Everett. Oration on the Character of Washington
One of 10th Mountain Division (LI)’s senior leaders has been nominated for promotion to major general. Secretary of Defense Leon E. Panetta in Washington, D.C., announced Monday that the president has nominated Brig. Gen. Kenneth R. Dahl for appointment to the rank of Major General. Dahl serves as 10th Mountain Division (LI) deputy commanding general – support, a position he has held for the last 18 months. Dahl recently returned from the division’s deployment to Afghanistan, in which he helped guide U.S. and NATO efforts in assisting to build capacity of the Government of the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan in the southern region. The nomination will now be submitted to the Senate for confirmation. If confirmed, Dahl will be considered “promotable,” and he will pin on the rank as designated by the Department of the Army.
Fort Drum Public Affairs Office
Jerry Kolosky on the summit of the Grand Teton; 13,770 feet. July 28, 2011.
I grew up to have my father's looks, my father's speech patterns, my father's posture, my father's opinions and my mother's contempt for my father. Jules Feiffer
Jerry rock climbing, Jackson Hole, WY, July 2011.
No bird soars too high, if he soars on his own wings. William Blake
People are always ready to admit a man's ability after he gets there. Bob Edwards
Pat O'Neill and Donna Gilbert: WPHS 1977 U.S. National Championship Debating Team
Patrick Gerard O'Neill
December 2, 1959 - November 24, 2011
Patrick O'Neill, age 51, passed away on Thanksgiving Day after battling bone cancer for the past six years. He now rests in peace with God.
Pat leaves behind Joan, his wife and constant companion for 25 years; his loving son, Alexei; his adoring daughter, Stacey; and his devoted sister, Beth, as well as a large extended family.
Pat was raised in Peekskill, New York, where he proudly became a national debater on his high school team. During a summer debate workshop at Northwestern University, he decided to move to Chicago to study Economics at Northwestern. He later attended the University of Chicago, where he earned an MBA in Finance. Pat pursued a career in technology consulting, and became a partner at Accenture, working in the United States and in Europe. Upon retiring from Accenture, Pat joined JPMorgan Chase as a Managing Director, where he worked for the remainder of his career.
Pat loved to hike, bike, fish, cook and write. He traveled extensively throughout the world, but most enjoyed visiting our national parks. During Pat's final years, he made beautiful picture books of several of the parks. He always kept a list of places he wanted to see, and proudly checked off the last of the 50 states shortly before he died. Pat was someone who was easy to love; during his final weeks, dozens of people commented on how he had inspired them with his strength and courage, and how he had changed their lives. He will be missed by all who knew him.
A memorial service will be held at 2pm on Saturday, December 10th at Kenilworth Union Church in Kenilworth, Illinois. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to: The Patrick G. O'Neill Fund for MFH Research, Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, 633 Third Avenue, New York, NY 10017.
Would not the bravest and wisest soul be least disturbed or altered by any outside effect? Plato. The Republic, ii, 20.
Ray Scalone and Billy Haviland
You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline. It helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer. Frank Zappa
2011 Turkey Bowl - Standing (l-r): Cameron Daros (Robbie's son), Tim Foley, Steve from The Town, Steady Eddie Merra, Chris Littleton; Seated (l-r): Sam Haviland (Billy's son), Robbie (Easy Rider) Daros, Liam Daros (Kenny's son), Billy Haviland, Mike Vallorosi, Mike "Bird" Littleton, Bill Foley, and Kenny Daros
It's Turkey Bowl Time!!! Date: Friday November 25, 2011 Time: 11:00h Place: 50 yard line Walter Panas High Field Come Watch! Come Play! Don't Come At All!! For further details: Billy Haviland: email@example.com
Lunch at The Stadium Sports Bar and Restaurant to follow game (approx. 1:00 p.m.)
Paul DePaoli, Billy Haviland, Mike Perrelle, John Gaccione, Kenny Dahl, Tommy Scordato, Tony Graci, Ray Scalone, Timmy Hogan, Jimmy Fleitz, Rich Mellone
Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners. John Steinbeck
Cheryl Gross, Debbie Vargulick, Paul "Dr. No" DePaoli, Danny "Bony A." Arnold: 30th Reunion Pre-Party
Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit. R.E. Shay
Lindsay Donnelley Lamy and New Hubby
Lisa Donnelley Storms and New Hubby: Lisa and daughter Lindsay were both married in Springtime 2011. Lucky Fellas!!
Observe the mother, and take the daughter. Turkish Proverb
Andy "Dre" Ward: Kickin' it at The Taj Mahal, Agra, India 2011
"'You are drunk Sir Winston, you are disgustingly drunk. 'Yes, Mrs. Braddock, I am drunk. But you, Mrs. Braddock are ugly, and disgustingly fat. But, tomorrow morning, I, Winston Churchill will be sober."
Andy "Dre" Ward: Chillin' in China, Great Wall 2011. (Andy was Marco Polo in a previous incarnation, in case you didn't know.)
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. St. Augustine
"You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation." Plato
Announcing: "Vintage mid-'70's" Panas Alumni 2011 Golf Outing Saturday July 16th Putnam Golf Course Contact: Joe Foley firstname.lastname@example.org
Jerry Kolosky and Richie Mellone
It's Turkey Bowl Time!!! Date: Friday November 26, 2010 Time: 11:00h Place: Walter Panas High School Field Be There. We will be gathering for lunch afterwards at our old standby: The Stadium Pub and Restaurant 1308 Rte 9 Garrison, NY 1:00 p.m. contact Billy Haviland for details: email@example.com
There is far more danger in a public monopoly than there is in a private monopoly, for when government goes into business it can always shift its losses to the taxpayer. The Government never really goes into business, for it never makes ends meet, and that is the first requisite of business. It just mixes a little business with a lot of politics, and no one ever gets a chance to find out what is actually going on. Thomas A. Edison
Thomas Scordato January 18, 1960 - October 12, 2010. Thomas Scordato, 50, of Bellefonte, passed away unexpectedly Tuesday, Oct. 12, 2010. Born Jan. 18, 1960, in Peekskill, N.Y., he was a son of Joseph Scordato, who survives, and the late Elizabeth Carraher Scordato. He was married to Barbara Kahler, who survives at home. Tom was a graduate of Walter Panas High School and a graduate of Massachusetts Maritime Academy. He was a sales manager for Champion Energy Services. He was a member of St John the Evangelist Catholic Church in Bellefonte. Tom was the head coach for the boy's lacrosse team at Bellefonte Area High School and was one of the founders of the Centre Lacrosse Program. Along with his wife Barbara, he is survived by his three children; Emily, Katharine and Patrick, all at home. He is also survived by two sisters; Joanne Scordato, Betsy Cothren; and two brothers, Paul Scordato and John Scordato. A public visitation will be held Friday, Oct. 15, 2010, from 6-8 p.m., at Wetzler Funeral Service Inc., 206 N. Spring St., Bellefonte, PA 16823, with a Wake service at 8 p.m. with Deacon Tom Boldin. A Mass of Christian Burial will be held Saturday, October 16, 2010, at 9 a.m., at St John the Evangelist Catholic Church, 134 E. Bishop St., Bellefonte, PA 16823, with Father Valentine J. Bradley officiating. Burial will follow at St John Catholic Cemetery, Bellefonte. In lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to the Bellefonte Lacrosse Booster Club, c/o B, J. Seyler, 304 Crust Rd., Howard, PA 16841. Published in Centre Daily Times on October 15, 2010
"Fake Up The One Hole" We moved from downtown Peekskill (a one-bedroom apartment above my uncle's deli on Washington Street) to the "burbs" when I was four. It was November. My mom arranged for me to start kindergarten early (I wouldn't turn five until December) at George Washington Elementary School. I was scared to death. I was four, it was my first day of school, and I had no idea my mom wasn't staying with me. I thought she was starting school, too. They sat me at a table where the other kids were drawing Thanksgiving turkeys. I made a break for the door and was restrained. The next day I actually made it out of the door but they caught me in the hallway. I tried to escape every day for a long while. There was a kid at my table who soon became my friend. He was bigger than me, and kind of looked out for me. I remember we both liked to draw dinosaurs. During recess I would run around and around and around the gym or playground, like ricochet rabbit, and he would chase me until we both fell exhausted to the ground, giggling and laughing the whole time. His name was Tommy Scordato. Soon enough I had no interest in trying to escape. Tommy and I were in the same first-grade class, too. Mrs. Barker, I think, and it was more of the same only better: dinosaurs and recess and giggling and laughter, seemingly, the whole time. And we had so much fun, and probably got in so much trouble, that we were never put in the same class together again. That was it; they separated us for good. Odd as it seems, I don't remember seeing Tommy at all for the rest of Elementary School. Or even through Middle School. But I never forgot how much fun we had. Never. Later on, a bunch of us played in the Shrub Oak Little League Football Program. Many starters on the Panas Varsity learned how to play as pee-wees in Shrub Oak. During the last year of little league, in the 8th grade, I was a running back for "USC". We were playing "Army". The play called for me to take a "fake" handoff from the quarterback, and run into the line to draw off tacklers from the actual ball-carrier. It worked well, and as I ran into the "one-hole" (between the center and left guard) I was immediately tackled hard to the ground by a big guy on defense. Opening my eyes, I found myself looking directly at Tommy Scordato. Our face masks were touching. "Hey, John" he said, "nice fake". "Hey, Tommy" I said, "nice tackle". And then we began to giggle.
Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me, my only son. And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day.
Oh, take your time don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass. Go find a woman, and you'll find love Please don't forget son, there is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man, Be something you love and understand. Baby be a simple kind of man, Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold, All that you need is in your soul. And you can do this, oh baby, if you try, All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied...
Simple Man Lynyrd Skynyrd
Rest Easy, my Friend. Thank you for your Friendship. You and I will giggle and laugh together again some day.
You do not ask a tame seagull why it needs to disappear from time to time toward the open sea. It goes, that's all, and it is as simple as a ray of sunshine, as normal as the blue of the sky. Moitessier. The Long Way
Frank "Spanky" Mann, Scott "Neck" Klarer, John Hoser: Deep in the Heart of Texas
Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle. Abraham Lincoln
Courtesy of Steve Hamilton
It is a sublime thing to suffer and be stronger. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Courtesy of Steve Hamilton
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds. Albert Einstein
Many, Many Thanks to Billy Haviland and Mike Littleton for continuing to organize and run the WPHS '78 Golf Outing and Dinner Bonanza every July for these many years past. It continues to grow in popularity, and like a fine wine (and Billy and Mike themselves) just keeps getting better and better with the passage of time and age.
Golf Dinner Thursday July 8, 2010. (Front Row L-R): Rose Calcutti, Miriam Popp, Karen Russo, Debbie Vargulick, Kristie Hearle, Billy Foley, John Gaccione (Middle L-R): Anthony Graci, Kevin Flood, Barry Prine, Mike Littleton, Doug Percesepe, Kenny DaRos (I see you there, Buddy), Joe Quinn. (Back L-R): Billy Haviland, Donna Shelley, Lance "Romance" Poritzky
Donna Shelley, Miriam Popp, Karen Russo, Rose Calcutti
Billy Haviland, Doug DePaoli, John Gaccione
Anthony Graci, Mike Littleton, Joe Quinn
Happy 50th in 2010 (to those of Us born in 1960...)
Anthony Graci, the best hockey player of his day...
My Old Friend Dougie DePaoli
A ship in harbor is safe--but that is not what ships were built for. Admiral Grace Hopper
Karen Theiss, home briefly from "Across The Pond", visits with some Old Friends
Karen Theiss, Karen Russo, Lori Starkman
Karen Theiss, Karen Russo, Joe Quinn, Lori Starkman
Karen Russo, Joe Quinn, Karen Theiss
When we are debating an issue, loyalty means giving me your honest opinion, whether you think I'll like it or not. Disagreement, at this stage, stimulates me. But once a decision has been made, the debate ends. From that point on, loyalty means executing the decision as if it were your own. Colin Powell
Come out and Play!! Billy Haviland's 2010 Annual Golf Outing and Dinner Bonanza Dinner: Thursday July 8, 2010 The Stadium Sports Bar and Restaraunt, Route 9, Garrison, NY, 19:00h Golf: Friday July 9, 2010 Hollowbrook Golf Club, Oregon Road, Peekskill, NY, 10:00h Contact Billy Haviland firstname.lastname@example.org and/or Mike Littleton MJLittleton@aol.com
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place this world is when one is playing golf. Robert Lynd
1978 WPHS Golf Team (Standing L-R): Eddie Clark, P. Sokolik, J. Colon, K. Bassett, Coach Shrader. Kneeling (L-R): F. Lagoda, R. Boyle, B. Vangor.
When people ask me now if I miss coaching UCLA basketball games, the national championships, the attention, the trophies, and everything that goes with them, I tell them this: I miss the practices. John Wooden
No man should conceive so vile and base an opinion of the dignity of man's nature , as to think...that the world runneth by chance governed by no divine providence. Sir Thomas More. Utopia, Book II.
L-R: Timmy Hogan, Ralph Fasano, Kevin Flood, Scott Klarer, Kenny Dahl
The three great essentials to achieve anything worthwhile are first, hard work; second, stick-to-itiveness; third, common sense. Thomas A. Edison
He who knows, does not speak; he who speaks, does not know. Lao Tse
There is no such thing as a self-made man. We are made up of thousands of others. Every one who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success. George Matthew Adams
Artist Dave Herman's Amazing Steel Sculpture Exhibition ART ExPO 2010 Pier 94 NYC
Artist Dave Herman and his amazing stainless steel sculptures at ART Expo 2010 in NYC at Pier 94
Eileen and Dave Herman, Eddie and Patti Sambrana at Dave's Exhibition: ART Expo March 2010 in NYC at Pier 94
Art is the path of the Creator to his work. Emerson
Pat O'Neill, Patti and Eddie Sambrana at Berghoff's Restaurant, Chicago, March 2010
Glory is never where virtue is not. French Proverb
Those who are helpmates to all; those who are a sanctuary to all; those men are in the way of heaven. Hitopadesa, 1, 4.
Pomp and Circumstance (from the Dictionary of Phrase and Word Origins, 1st ed.): The phrase pomp and circumstance, which Elgar used as the title of his composition so often heard at high school graduations, comes from the line in Othello: "pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war." Circumstance comes from two Latin words, circum and stare, and originally meant "standing around". Then it came to mean an event at which large numbers of people were standing around. By Shakespeare's day it meant any formal show or ceremony. This meaning is now archaic.
June 23, 1960 - March 2, 2010
Peace in heaven. Luke xix, 38.
My best friends in high school were Diane Nicastro, Rose Calcutti, and Liz Mitchell. I knew then how fun and wonderful these “girls” were but it wasn’t until later in my life that I realized what a precious and rare gift they were as friends. I never found a group like them again. What I remember most about them is that they were some of the funniest, warmest and most genuine people I would ever have the pleasure of meeting. We spent a lot of time together and most of it was spent laughing! These young women were glorious to me!
I have now and did then have a particularly tender place in my heart for Diane. While most kids run around in an egocentric state and don’t seem to be able to appreciate their family until after they have grown and left their house, Diane was never like that. She knew way back then how important family is. When I think of us at 14 or 15 years of age I remember clearly how open she was about how much she adored her Father, loved her Mother, and admired her Brother. She talked about them all of the time and was always considerate of them. She would not do things if she thought they would somehow hurt any one of the members of her family. Whenever I was in their home (which was often) you could feel the sincerity in their relationship and you wanted to be part of it. It broke my heart to learn of her passing because I don’t think I ever told her how much she meant to me or how much I admired her family values, her warm sense of humor, and her friendship.
I send my deepest prayers and thoughts to her family and look forward to seeing Diane in Heaven one day.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. Groucho Marx
Promotion Ceremony in honor of Colonel Kenneth R. Dahl (to Brigadier General) and Major Celia A. FlorCruz (to Lieutenant Colonel)
DATE: Friday, 19 February 2010 TIME: 3:00 pm LOCATION: Pentagon Auditorium (Room # BH650 inside the Pentagon), Washington DC
Pinning of New Rank: Brigadier General Kenneth Robert Dahl (photo courtesy of Elise Yore)
Reaffirmation of Oath (photo courtesy of Elise Yore)
Brigadier General Kenneth Robert Dahl (photo courtesy of Elise Yore)
Presentation of General's Flag (photo courtesy of Donna Shelley)
Pinning of New Rank: Lieutenant Colonel Celia A. FlorCruz (photo courtesy of Elise Yore)
Promotion Party: Lori Starkman, Karen Russo, KD, Marianne Zeoli (photo courtesy of Karen Russo)
Promotion Party: Marianne Zeoli, Scott Klarer, Karen Russo (photo courtesy of Karen Russo)
Promotion Party: Lori Starkman, Ralph Fasano, Karen Russo, John Farley King (photo courtesy of Karen Russo)
Promotion Party (L-R): Eddie Sambrana, Curt Hoffman, John King, Steve Lack, Andy Ward, Kenny Dahl, Eddie Clark, Danny Arnold, George Vaselekos, John White, Richie Mellone, Jimmy Fleitz
(L-R): Richie Mellone, Steve Lack, John King, Kenny Dahl, Andy Ward, Danny Arnold, Scott Klarer, Eddie Clark, John White (photo courtesy of Lori Starkman)
Promotion Party (L-R): Eddie Sambrana, Curt Hoffman, John King, Steve Lack, Andy Ward, Eddie Clark, Kenny Dahl, Danny Arnold, George Vaselekos, John White, Richie Mellone, Jimmy Fleitz
Promotion Party: George Vaselekos, Eddie Clark, John White (photo courtesy of Lori Starkman)
Promotion Party: Patti Engel-Sambrana and Donna Shelley (photo courtesy of Lori Starkman)
Promotion Party: John White, Tim Hogan, Lori Starkman, Richie Mellone, Curt Hoffman, Karen Russo, Ralph Fasano, Scott Klarer (photo courtesy of Lori Starkman)
Somewhere in DC: Lori Starkman, Andy Ward (photo courtesy of Karen Russo)
If everything is under control, you're just not going fast enough. Mario Andretti.
2009 Turkey Bowl Warriors
L-R: Chris Littleton, ?, Bill Haviland, Kenny DaRos, John Gaccione, Tim Foley, Billy Foley, Sam Haviland, Eric Haviland
If thou wouldst be happy...have an indifference for more than what is sufficient. William Penn. 1644-1718, Founder of Pennsylvania
Eddie Sambrana Turns 50! (Boomshakalaka!)
Linda Ekizian, Patti Engel-Sambrana, Eddie Sambrana, Elise Yore, and Denise Jones Celebrate Eddie's 50th in DC - November 21, 2009
Eddie has Game, Y'all
Humble Pie (from the Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins, 1st ed.): Here we have a play upon words which dates back to the time of William the Conqueror. First, the pie referred to in "eating humble pie" was really umble pie, made from the umbles--heart, liver and gizzard-- of a deer. It was made to be eaten by servants and huntsman, while the lord of the manor and his guests dined on venison. Thus a person who had to eat umble pie was one in a position of inferiority--one who had to humble himself before his betters. The pun resulting from umble and humble is even more precise when you recall that in several British dialects--notably Cockney--the h on humble would be silent.
A note from Billy Haviland regarding this year's Turkey Bowl:
We will be playing football on Friday, November 27, 2009 at 10:30 a.m. at the Walter Panas High School Field. We will plan on going out to lunch afterwards.
Please pass this on to anyone I may have missed in my email blast. Sorry for the late notice, however, I just got up from celebrating our 27th World Series. Be well, Happy Thanksgiving and stay thirsty, my Friends.
Face Off: JV Lacrosse - 1976 - Lakeland Middle School
He who has conferred a kindness should be silent; he who has received it should speak of it. Seneca
Washington D.C. Mini-Reunion @ The Sambrana Estate July 21, 2009
Washington DC Alumni Gathering at the Sambrana's, July 21, 2009: (l-r) Elise Yore, Donna Shelley, Patti Engel-Sambrana, Tom Forgacs, Denise Jones, Eddie Sambrana
Opportunity is missed by most people because it comes dressed in overalls and looks like work. Thomas Edison
Billy Haviland's 2009 Annual Golf Outing and Dinner Bonanza Come out and Play!!
(Note 2010 Dates below:)
Dinner: Thursday July 8, 2010 The Stadium Sports Bar and Restaraunt, Route 9, Garrison, NY, 19:00h Golf: Friday July 9, 2010 Hollowbrook Golf Club, Oregon Road, Peekskill, NY, 10:00h Contact Billy Haviland and/or Mike Littleton
2009 Golf Outing: Mike Littleton, Dougie DePaoli, Billy Haviland
2009 Golf Outing: Paul DePaoli
2009 Golf Dinner: Billy Foley, Joe Quinn, ?, Joe Murphy, Steve Hamilton, Paul DePaoli, Billy Haviland, Mike Littleton, Barry Prine
2009 Golf Outing: Paul DePaoli, Mike Littleton, Doug DePaoli
Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye. Samuel Johnson
Diane Nicastro's July 4th Bash!!!
Diane Nicastro on the Bongos, Ladies and Gentlemen
Diane Nicastro, Valene Otice, Donna Shelley, Patti Engel-Sambrana: July 4, 2009
Dave Herman, Al, and Diane Nicstro
According to Title 4, Chapter 1, Section 4 of the US Code, the Pledge of Allegiance should be made facing the flag, standing to attention, with the right hand over the heart. Men not in uniform should remove their headdress with their right hand and hold it at the left shoulder. Persons in uniform should remain silent, face the flag, and give the military salute.
'I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.'
A Boston magazine, The Youth's Companion, first published the Pledge of Allegiance in 1892 to celebrate the 400th anniversary of America's discovery. In 1942, the Pledge was given official recognition by Congress; and, in 1954, the phrase 'under God' was added by Congressional decree.
Wheels go 'round in Circles...
Thomas DePaoli: Good Looking Kid, Just Like his DAD.
Proud Parents: Eddie Sambrana and Patti Engel-Sambrana and son Gregory, High School Graduation!
Proud Parents: Part Deux
Prom night for the Sambrana's, 30 Years After...
Nothing is easier than spending public money. It does not appear to belong to anybody. The temptation is overwhelming to bestow it on somebody. Calvin Coolidge
The Walter Panas Class of '78 invites you to the "Palm Beach Girls" 50th Birthday Cruise 4-day Weekend Uber-Celebration:
West Palm Beach Girls & Lisa D. at the Banana Boat WPB FL May 2009: Top: Donna Duchene, Lisa Donnelly, Rose Calcutti Bottom: Kelly Godridge, Barbara Dolan
A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about. Miguel de Unamuno, Poet
WPHS Gathering: PJ Kelly's Bar and Restaurant Peekskill March 2009
PJ Kellys in Peekskill March 2009: Kenny DaRos, Lisa Donnelley, Billy Foley, Donna Duchene, Karen Russo, John Gaccione, Mike Littleton
PJ Kellys in Peekskill March 2009: Lisa Donnelly, Donna Duchene, Karen Russo, Mike Littleton, Kenny DaRos
It takes many good deeds to build a good reputation and only one bad one to lose it. Benjamin Franklin
Billy Haviland's 2008 Golf Bonanza
2008 Golf Outing Dinner at Campagna's: (Back Row) Doug Percesepe, Billy Haviland, Mike Littleton, Mike Scolpini, Paul DePaoli; (Front Row): Ralph Fasano, Kenny Dahl, Eddie Clark
Mr. Billy Haviland - 2008 Golf Outing
Mike Littleton, Billy Foley, Billy Haviland - 2008 Golf Outing
Billy Foley, Mike Littleton, Paul DePaoli - 2008 Golf Outing
The Voices of Mel Blanc: The most famous voice-actor in film history, Mel Blanc (1908-89) got his first break in 1937 working with Tex Avery on Picador Porky. Over the years Blanc voiced dozens of characters, some of which are shown below: Woody Woodpecker Daffy Duck Foghorn Leghorn Sylvester Pussycat Bugs Bunny Porky the Pig Pancho Sad Sack Pepe LePew Marvin the Martian The Road Runner Barney Rubble Dino The Tasmanian Devil
Jerry K.: "It's always sunny somewhere..."
Doing Lunch: Artisanal Restaurant, NYC
Joe Quinn and Karen Russo: Artisanal Restaurant, NYC 2/27/09
Larry Halperin, Donna Duchene, Joe Quinn, Lori Starkman and Karen Russo: Artisanal Restaurant, NYC 2/27/09
Lori Starkman, Karen Russo, Donna Duchene: Artisanal Restaurant, NYC 2/27/09
Art is making something out of nothing and selling it. Frank Zappa, quoted in the Albuquerque Journal
Bob Baldwin Then
Bob Baldwin Now
As a contemporary jazz keyboardist, composer, and producer, Bob Baldwin is continually maintaining his status in the music industry as a person to watch. With the new release of "Brazil Chill", his eighth US CD and 10th overall, Baldwin continues to garner additional international media attention, along with receiving rave reviews for his innovative integration of styles and sounds.
All About Bob Baldwin
Over the years, Baldwin has shared his inventive arranging, and prolific writing with an impressive roster of jazz artists who've appeared on his CDs. These artists include the late legendary Grover Washington, Tom Browne, Pieces of A Dream, Roy Ayers, Marion Meadows, Chuck Loeb, Will Downing, Chieli Minucci, and Kim Waters, to name only a few.
Known for collaborating with the highest caliber of talent, Baldwin recently explored South America to work with the likes of guitarist Torcquato Mariano; saxophonist Leo Gandelman; percussionists C. Silva; and long-time Pat Metheny sideman, Armando Marcal; as well as, Ivan Conte and Alex Malheiros, of the legendary Brazilian Funk group Azimuth. All of these musicians contributed to his release, "Brazil Chill".
Life, Music, and Business Synergy
Often described in the press and media as a chameleon, who was destined to play jazz, Bob Baldwin, Jr. was born in Mount Vernon, NY and reared in Westchester County, NY. The Jr. Baldwin credits his father, Bob Baldwin, Sr. for recognizing and nurturing his gifts at an early age. At age four, the elder Baldwin discovered his son's perfect pitch. Prior to illness, his father was an engineer and accomplished jazz pianist in his own right - Bob Baldwin, Sr. worked with former John Coltrane bassist, Art Davis; long-time Ella Fitzgerald bassist Keter Betts, legendary jazz drummer Max Roach and many others.
Baldwin graduated from Walter Panas High School and earned his Bachelor of Science degree in Business Administration from Geneva College at Beaver Falls, PA. Later Bob worked at MCI and Sprint Communications in their Accounting Department. After launching his music career fulltime, Baldwin developed City Sketches, Inc. (Inc. 1996) and his first venture "City Sketches I/Welcome To The Games", which sold over 7,000 units on the Internet, an unheard of number by an Artist of any genre. After developing a greater understanding of how the business of Music is run, he independently produced his seventh US CD, "BobBaldwin.com". "BobBaldwin.com" has sold an impressive 60,000 units and counting - his highest selling release to date.
He that is of the opinion that money will do everything may well be suspected of doing everything for money. Benjamin Franklin
30th Reunion: Kenny Dahl and Terry Rancier
Front: Matthew Moro Jr., Tommy DePaoli; Back: Matty Moro and Paul DePaoli - Legoland Amusement Park, CA
Animal Ages (According to Celtic Legend): Thrice the age of a dog is that of a horse; Thrice the age of a horse is that of a man; Thrice the age of a man is that of a deer; Thrice the age of a deer is that of an eagle.
Seniors: Lakeland - Panas Game 1977 (L-R): John White, Soos, TS, Mike Perrelle, Kenny DaRos, Gus Sotillo, Johnny Gesson, John Hintze, Sean Mackey, Paul DePaoli, Billy Haviland, John Gaccione, Rich Mellone, Kenny Dahl, ?, Ray Scalone, Jimmy Fleitz
Anybody that knows Doug Percesepe knows that he is tougher than nails. He was one of the best wrestlers in the State when we were in high school. I had the pleasure of going on to college with Doug. One night I saw him drop a guy who was built like (and bore an uncanny resemblance to) a Woolly Mammoth. One punch, and the collossus crumbled like a cookie (how's that for alliteration, Ms. Sullivan?). One punch: lights out. Nobody messed with Doug after that night. Apparently the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. Doug's oldest son Phil is currently a Corporal in the Marine Corps. Phil fought for his country last year in a forward combat position in Al Anbar Province, Iraq. He is currently in California training to deploy to Afghanistan sometime next year. Doug and his wife Mary are hopeful that he'll be able to come home for Christmas. Regardless of one's view on war, or one's politics, the fact is that freedom isn't free; it never was, it never will be. I firmly believe we all owe a debt of Gratitude to families like the Percesepe's, whose sons and daughters are far from their home, fighting for, protecting and preserving your home, and mine.
Semper Fi. Go Army. Fly Navy. Air Force: Mors Ab Alto.
John Hintze, Jerry Kolosky, John Gaccione, Bill Haviland
30th Reunion: Debi McCormack, Terry Rancier, Rose Calcutti
30th Reunion: Coach Sarkissian and Kenny Dahl
30th Reunion: Dawn Osselman, Delia Tamagna, Sue Harker, Priscilla Chase
The Seven Dwarfs: Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Sneezy.
Carrie McElroy, Liz Mitchell, Susan Harker and Angela Graci
Paul "Dr. No" DePaoli
Hear Ye! Mike Littleton is now a partner in a wonderful little restaurant in the quaint hamlet of Pelham, New York: The Renaissance Cafe The Renaissance Cafe is located in the heart of downtown Pelham on 309 Fifth Avenue Serving breakfast and lunch, this delightful cafe is open 7 days a week! Mike has been in the mortgage industry for the last 22 years and is going back to his first passion: the food industry Mike graduated Summa Cum Laude from Florida International University with a Masters in Hospitality Management Mike will continue to write mortgages while participating in the ownership of The Renaissance Cafe (Mike is multi-talented...) Mike is offering discounts for any 1978 Walter Panas Classmate
Tony and Gary Robinson'sfather passed away Monday September 29 in Lake Worth, Florida. He was 79 years old.
Mr. Robinson was my very first football coach. When I was in the fifth grade he coached Tony, Gary and I in the Shrub Oak Pee Wee Football League. We played for the "Giants"; Gary was our star quarterback and the leader of our team.
I remember Mr. Robinson as a kind and gentle soul, a natural coach who always had an encouraging word, and a warm smile, for me.
Bill Foley and Casey Stengle - Finish Line NYC Marathon
A Chip Off the Old Rock?
Mike (Rocky) Perrelle, Middy, Walter Panas 1977 (All-World Selection--in my book)
Tyler Perrelle, Middy, Mahopac 2007 (Empire State Games Selection--as a Junior!)
Mahopac's Tyler Perrelle dives into the end zone against Carmel during the big rivalry game at Carmel High School Oct. 18, 2008. (Stuart Bayer / The Journal News)
30th Reunion: Rose Calcutti and Casey Stengle
Attenzione! Did you have a brother or a sister in the class of '78? Did you graduate from Panas in 1977 or 1979 (or earlier, or later?) Were you the star setter on our volleyball team as an underclassman? Did you transfer or move away before graduation and miss us? (We missed you too, Matty...) Did we steal your boyfriend? Did you steal our girlfriend? Do you know Farley? Maybe we beat you up, or then again, maybe you beat us up (more likely)...it doesn't matter. We're throwing a party, and friends of '78 are officially invited.
Halloween 1977: Back row: Wayne Verrell, Karen Vangor, Donna Duchene, John LaPeter, Beth Umland, Kevin Flood, Mike Mueller, Steve Elser Front row: Beth Garrison, Jill Tully
The After Party: Danny Arnold, Tommy Simmonds, Steve Lack, Andy Ward, John King
Clay Welch and Danny Arnold: "Bony W and Bony A"
Say Wha'?: Graduation Party - Bones' House. L-R: Paul Baisley, ?, ?, Laurie Franz, Ray Scalone, George Vaselekos, Kelly Godridge, Kim Boyd
Karen Vangor, Donna Duchene, Ellen Boyle, Doreen Conklin
30th Reunion: Andy Ward
Donna Duchene and Janet Kunkel: Wildwood 1978
It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple. Rabindranath Tagore, Poet
Cathy Castagnetta, Jimmy Keegan, Lori Starkman - 10th Reunion
20th Reunion: Ann Andrews, Barbara Hatzmann, Kelly Godridge, Tommy Simmonds, Danny Arnold
Kenny DaRos, John "Sark" Sarkissian, TS: Summer 2005
To contract new debts is not the way to pay old ones. George Washington
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