Fordham University past present & future.

  John “Jack” Donohue for the Bronx Basketball Hall of Fame        A basketball coaching legend that few New Yorkers or Americans even remember. During his coaching time at two New York City High Schools, Coach Donohue won 250 games in less than 300 games. Later he coached successfully at the College of the Holy Cross, as well as both the Men and Women National Basketball teams of Canadian.     Donohue Photo - Holy Cross Athletics Bronx Highlights Assistant Student Coach for Fordham Rams Graduate of Fordham Rose Hill;  Head basketball coach at St. Nicholas of Tolentine High School. St. Nicholas of Tolentine High School was a four-year, coeducational Catholic high school located in the University Heights neighborhood of the Bronx , New York . [2] A parochial school operated by the parish of the same name, St. Nicholas of Tolentine Church , it opened in 1927 and closed in 1991.  Notable Basketball Alumni Former basketball ...

  Television producer and host Robert James Keeshan was born in Lynbrook, on Jun 27, 1927 - Jan 23, 2004.  As a young man he served in the US Marine Corps Reserve. Starting as a page at the National Broadcasting Company, Keeshan later began his on-air career as the original "Clarabell, the Clown" for the NBC The Howdy Doody Show (1947) (aka "The Howdy Doody Show"). "Clarabell, the Clown"  He was then the first host/performer of WJZ/WABC TV Ch. 7 NYC's "Time For Fun" / "The Johnny Jellybean Show". Keeshan emceed the show as "Corny The Clown" weekdays at noon from Monday, September 21st, 1953, to Friday, July 29th, 1955.    He co-created, co-produced and hosted "Tinker's Workshop" with Jack Miller on WJZ/WABC TV Ch. 7 in New York City weekday mornings from Monday, November 15, 1954 to Friday, September 9, 1955. The show continued without Robert until Friday August 22, 1958 When asked to put together a show fo...

  Never In A Love Poem We men hone our humor, Across expanses both near and far. T’was my joke broke the ice cross that small crowded bar. At ballgames and parties, Your girlfriends would protest; But at dinners and holidays, Your dad liked me best. Hey, I know fine leather, by either feel or by the look. Still I got you to smile  by smelling your new pocketbook. This needs to be slower Vivid but first tame. Movement to passion, to sadness before calling out your name. In a garden, in moonlight  after the battle or the showers; Appears your amazing image Flowing to my gift of flowers. Praise for loveliness, your essence, that just makes my life better; When  those first childish derisions show up, Toss them stamp, envelope and letter.

  Once More Through The House Before the agent arrives  I must clear my head. You were born, you have lived got sick, now are dead. All your clothes will be gone. I won’t look at them now. Once high fashion, a smart fit; With age, too small When you told me the news They grew larger and larger now matter what we all tried. My closet door where you measured My growth by the marks of a pencil, Then I came back a man By request painted it over, Now I stare at it, both coat one and coat two Feeling for lines and numbers As it was back in time; Like when I saw you laid out I swore you were breathing. Sell it all, everything. Make a young famly happy, Pots, pans, rugs will never be missed. Yet I’m hurriedly looking,   in cabinets and in drawers for your handwritten grocery lists.  We’ll both keep our memories  across heaven and space. I so want to see you, I so hate this place. -Kevin Bergin