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Life Lessons 1940

Pelham Bay—it’s sounds a trifle rustic, which it was then and remains still. And the Irish and Italians who lived there enjoyed its mild confusion with Pelham Manor, its more genteel Westchester neighbor to the north. There was nothing particularly genteel about Pelham Bay, except perhaps on a Sunday morning in the years before the […]

The Clan Hanrahan 1955

After nine years wrestling with the devil and myself in the Society of Jesus, I now was back, once again a layman, exactly where I had begun, in an apartment in a remote corner of the Bronx. It was not a good time, that winter of ’55. Pelham Bay was as little conducive to optimistic […]