Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Bill O'Reilly Update
I was wrong about Bill O'Reilly's high school. He went to Chaminade, not the new Catholic place on the Expressway. Chaminade was totally insufferable, not just O'Reilly. They really thought they were something special. I think they cost fifty dollars a year more than any other Catholic high school at the time. Our basketball team at Holy Cross gave them fits, our team was always very good and very tough minded. Jack Dolce was tough everything'd, boy could he hurt people, he hated and didn't stand for any jive-talking opponents. And for you 'Pointers, the Scally's and I think Eddie Newman were on that team too. The Scally's at least were gentlemen, but as a whole they were a tough as nails team and very bullshit-intolerant.
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Fred: I recall a "Scally" that used to hang out in a park down the block from where I lived. The "Scally" was tall and trim and he had light-colored and wavey (perhaps on the blondish-side) hair. I love to exercise my memory no matter how dysfunctional and wrong it may be--so that's my "Scally memory" and I'll hold on to it until someone convinces me to throw it out.
Speaking of memory: I've lost count of my many day-dreams about "immunity from prosecution and a waiver of tort suits". Perhaps I'm all wet here--but it seems to me that as recently as fifteen or twenty years ago one could "get in" another person's "face" and express heart-felt sentiments without being hauled off to jail for "assault" and, consequently, sued by the "assaulted" party. I became accutely aware of the "assault" statutes subsequent to purchasing my home (in 1999) in Florida as a direct result of being forced to "accept" a barrage of vile crap from certain neighborhood kids and their white-trash parents--"parents" that somehow managed to acquire substantial amounts of disposable income and, therefore, had the financial means to float freely upon the air of respectability. I was not alone in the "forced acceptance". Indeed, the community at large (which for the most part consists of decent, but the usual too-scared-to-get-involved people)was forced into "acceptance" due to the "statutes". It was an absolutely frustrating and humiliating experience for the community to sit on its collective hands while kids, literally, spit, pissed and shitted (among other things) on well-manicured lawns with impunity. It got to the point where I, myself, was compelled to start the ball rolling in order to put the kabash on the bullshit. Indeed I was ready to forget about the statutes and consequent jail-time (and even my family). Indeed--and a big Fuckin "A"--I was ready to win some hearts and minds . . . . It took alot of self-control, constant checks on emotions, and rational thought--not to mention letter-writing campaigns and daily calls to the police--in order to resolve the problem without, literal, blood-shed. Was it worth the time, effort, and emotional stress to avoid the blood-shed? I don't know. I can't help thinking that certain "old ways" are better than "new ways" when it comes to problem-solving.
The blond was Jack; Mike was one year younger and a redhead. Both were tall and athletically trim. They're great guys, it's no surprise that everyone still speaks highly of them.
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