I've seen this picture before. It's the cover of "Don't Make No Waves, Don't Back No Losers."
That priest on the far right was the pastor of my grade school and church.
Father Byrne was not exactly a nice and warm man, but I guess he was very Irish. I have no recollection of him going the St. Patrick's Day parade in my day, which wasn't BTW, 1959. Now that I think of it we did make a big deal out decorating for St. patty's day and such, but so does most of Chicago. (This was before the days of green beer.)
I also have seen Mayor Daley 1 and Daley 2 in the flesh. #1 was at a parade. My Mom ran into him when she worked at the Sherman House.
I stood next to Jr. at a cop's funeral - for Ritchie Clark, high school friend of my brother killed in action and has a park named after him - and followed him down Washington one day when he came out of city hall and walked ahead of me. What was strange that day was a) he was alone except for one guy with him who didn't look like a cop, and b) nobody, even the traffic cops, noticing who he was.
That priest on the far right was the pastor of my grade school and church.
Father Byrne was not exactly a nice and warm man, but I guess he was very Irish. I have no recollection of him going the St. Patrick's Day parade in my day, which wasn't BTW, 1959. Now that I think of it we did make a big deal out decorating for St. patty's day and such, but so does most of Chicago. (This was before the days of green beer.)
I also have seen Mayor Daley 1 and Daley 2 in the flesh. #1 was at a parade. My Mom ran into him when she worked at the Sherman House.
I stood next to Jr. at a cop's funeral - for Ritchie Clark, high school friend of my brother killed in action and has a park named after him - and followed him down Washington one day when he came out of city hall and walked ahead of me. What was strange that day was a) he was alone except for one guy with him who didn't look like a cop, and b) nobody, even the traffic cops, noticing who he was.
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