by PJColando | Mar 30, 2015 | Uncategorized
The guttural, low-toned chant of “Br-r-u-u-ce!” chilled me as it reverberated the Coliseum. Lar and I stood in front of our folding chairs, among others filing on the grass field to densely emulate chalk lines. The scene was not the Olympics, for these has...
by PJColando | Feb 3, 2014 | Uncategorized
My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide. There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn’t sequester in my room to...
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