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I'm doing an all-nude comedy show at the Doylestown Comedy Cabaret on Saturday night above Poco's on 611 Saturday night, October 10th at 9pm.  This show always sells out.  Make your reservations now by going to http://comedycabaret.com .

and... TWO FUNNY PHILLY GUYS starring the amazing Joe Conklin and Big Daddy Graham is coming to the legendary Media Theatre in Media, PA on Saturday night, November 7th.  Special guest MC, NFL HOF Ray Didinger! This show has sold out six straight years, so get your tickets by going to www.mediatheatre.org



throwdown thursIf you are a music lover and you haven't been listening to BIG DADDY'S CLASSIC ROCK THROWDOWN with Spins Nitely, then check it out!

Every THURSDAY at 8 PM. Watch and listen live at http://wildfireradio.com/big-daddy-graham. By the way, all you have to do is click on that wildfire blue line and the most current show will AUTOMATICALLY begin to play,  Just give it a moment


Check out last week's BEATLES vs STONES IN THE BATTLE OF TRACK "1's" (part 2). BTW, you'll be able to call in to the podcast when you watch or listen live and I encourage you to do so. Don't miss!



Check out Ava's podcast THE AVA GRAHAM HOUR on Wildfire Radio live every Thursday at 5:30 PM.  It's really funny and of course being a podcast you can listen to it anytime you want.  Just click here to check it out




Check out Spin Nitely's incredible version of "Creep."

Click here to hear Spins singing "She's Getting Stoned Again.”

And now here’s Spins & Big Daddy singing Lowell George's "Willin'."

Click here to hear Joe Conklin completely nailing Elvis Costello's "Allison" with Spins Nitely on guitar
and some harmony help from the boys of Wildfireradio.

Check out the hilarious Sudsy (as B52 Fred Schneider) take on the Stones "Happy" with Spins on guitar.

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EVERY Eagles game at PJ's in Blue Bell!

WEDNESDAY ~ Champps in KOP from 5:30 PM to 8:00, then at 9 PM at JJ Bootleggers at 35 South 2nd St.


My daughter Ava is running a Quizzo nite every every Monday at 7:30pm at ROCCO'S in Wilmington!   And now at CHICKIE & PETE'S in Drexel Hill every Tuesday at 7 PM! Plus every Wednesday night at 8PM at PJ WHELIHANS in Haddonfield. Don't forget Thursday night at 7pm at CHICKIE & PETE'S in South Philly! That's a busy schedule!

Big Daddy Graham-Marc Farzetta & John Conklin taking a stab at Sinatra's "Summer Wind!" Click Here


OMG, I have seen so many concerts.  Here's what I'm doing.  I go through my IPod in iPod alphabetical order.  When I see a recording artist that I've seen live, I will post that artist.  Remember, this is just the nomination process.  If you see "****" in front of the concert, then that is one I am nominating.  When I can,  I will post the year and venue that I saw that show.  But don't write me and say "BDG, the Knuckleheads NEVER played the Spectrum" or anything like that because I'll admit my memory isn't always sharp..  There will be artists that I have seen in concert MANY times, but if they are getting nominated, I will pick just ONE show.  Here's what we have so far...
If anyone has a ticket stub to any of the concerts that have been listed so far, scan them and email them to me, and I'll post them...



Hot Club... 1980?... The Hot Club!  A Philly punk club!  Dag, I loved this joint and I actually played there myself when I was a drummer with Dewey Street.  Madness was a British ska band and I've always loved ska.


Bijou... 1976?... Wow, they were great in their early days when they were doing big band swing and doo-wop.  Later on they turned into a strictly jazz vocal quartet and that didn't float my boat.  But these Bijou shows were legendary and I ended up working with them on a four night stand at Resorts years later.


VFMF... 1984?... What a voice!


Bijou... 1973?... I know he's more of a comic than a musician and this list does not include comics, but it was a musical comedy show and a great one at that.  Check out his first album, it's terrific on many levels.  A real shame he stopped performing live because he was hilarious.  Saw him many times back in this period.


VFMF... 1975?... One of my musical heroes, but it was a short show and he did a ton of medleys and I can't stand medleys.  And it turned out it was the only time I ever saw this artistic giant.


Cooper River... 1999?... Love this band, but it was outdoor day show and it was blazing hot.


Temple Ambler Campus... 1975?... Saw Steve Miller, ELO,  and others at this cool venue which I can't seem to find any info on.  Maynard could sure play that trumpet! 


Jack's Place, Avalon NJ... August 2000?... They were hired do perform at the Sixer Beach Bash.  Boy, those days were a lot of fun.


Spectrum... 1994?... My daughter Keely was a big fan and I remember she had a great guitar player and that they did YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG.   I had opened up for her in '89 when no one knew she was gay and all my man/women material bombed and I ate it like Jabba the Hutt.


VFMF... 1994?... What a voice.


Bijou... 78?  79?  God, their debut LP is one of my all time favs and I thought they were going to be huge stars...


Spectrum... September 27th, 1970... I used to be a big fan and they were great live, but oddly, I never play their music today


Main Point... Oct. 16th, 1970... One of my first forays into jazz and he is one cool dude.


EFC... February 28th, 1970... Wow, what a legendary show... And I went by myself because no one would go with me!  First he did an acoustic set by himself and then the legendary original Crazy Horse came out and rocked the house with all those great songs from EVERYONE KNOWS THIS IS NOWHERE which was stink in' brand new at the time.  It was the first time he performed in Phily and I've seen him 20 times since.


Brandywine... April 6th, 1982... Good solid show from a great songwriter.


Spectrum... May 6th, 2000... Amazing show from an amazing artist.


Robin Hood Dell... Summer of '69?  Same great show with the Dells and the Intruders.


Kimmell... Sept 29th 2002?     Maybe my favorite piano player of all-time.


Grandma Minnie's... 1976?... I was only there to check out comedians (I was just beginning to think about becoming one) and Benetar was there with a piano player singing Sinatra standards.  She wasn't a rocker yet.


Bijou... December 20, 1975... OMG, she and her band were simply electrifying.  My jaw dropped.  I had never seen anything like her.  Her records have never captured her live explosiveness, balls, humor, and genuine "out there" nature. 


Boardwalk Hall Atlantic City... September 29th, 2002... Amazing voice.  Fantastic setlist.  cool venue.


Wells Fargo... October 22, 2013... As great as they were, the set was disjointed and never caught fire. 



Here's my latest article to run in the Sea Isle Times


Let’s just get right into it!

Wow!  Right from early June the water was clean and the warmest I remember it in years.  And it stayed that way the whole summer.  Nothing frustrates me more that sitting on the beach staring at waves that are rocking and the water is just too icy to go in, but that rarely occurred this season.  Even Mary Lee couldn’t stop me! 
However, there was a downside to all this.  My days of claiming I am the World’s Greatest Body Surfer are over.  Kaput.  I’m washed up.  First, in the waning days of last summer, Comcast’s Jon Clark came down to me beach and beat me rather soundly at boogie-boarding.  Now I never claimed to wear that particular title belt, but it turned out to be the beginning of the end.   In June of this summer,  out of the blue,  my daughter Ava challenged me to body surfing one tragic day and crushed me.  Crushed me!  The little tyke that I taught how to bodysurf.  Humiliating.  It’s all over for me.  What’s next?  A hearing aid?!

Last summer this paper was kind of enough to allow me to salute my good friend, Rick Steffa, who passed away on Father’s Day of 2014.  “The King of 35th St.” was the name of the article and I was stunned by how much those words moved fellow Islanders who never even knew him.  This Father’s Day we decided to honor Rick with a ceremony on the beach.  It started back at his house in the middle of 35th St below Landis.  About fifty of us, and I mean fifty, met in his legendary garage at and 5PM we headed for the beach.
One of the little tidbits about Sea Isle I get a kick out is when you have to cross streets on the way to the surf.  Cars will stop and let you by.  It’s very polite.  Well, except this afternoon, a VW Bug topped to allow our fearless leaders, Diane and Joe to cross.  Because of a condo building at the edge of 35th St, the polite car who stopped couldn’t see there were approximately forty-eight more of us right behind Diane and Joe.  48!  It was literally being stuck in a car while a long walking procession line went by.  No doubt Rick Steffa was looking down on this scene and laughing his butt off. 

Lou Dogs is this really cool hot dog joint on 38th St that serves up a terrific wiener.  There’s a wild history to the hot dog cart that is inside the establishment that it’s owner Christian will be more than happy to talk to you about.  (Just make sure you have an hour or two)  Lou Dog’s has an impressive photo collection of celebrity types who have eaten there on the wall.  Why I am up there is beyond me, but for the longest time he’s had my very first 94WIP glossy hanging up and in that photo I must admit I look like I’m 15 years old.  The photo was a carryover from a previous station that I worked at and it’s over 25 years old. No grey hair.  No glasses.  Over many summers I have received many “humorous” texts from folks cutting me up over that photo.  After much begging it’s finally down with my current photo in its place.  Thank God!

Occasionally I have to use a tiebreaker to decide who’s the winner at my Quizzo nights at O’Donnell’s Pour House.  The tiebreaker is usually guessing my weight.  However, this summer, the beautiful Gretchen who bar-tends at O’Donnells is pregnant with her first child.  She mentioned to me one night that I could use her due date as a tiebreaker and there were even some nights when I needed two tiebreakers and she would allow me to use her weight.   How many pregnant women would allow you to do that?  Thats way cool.  By the way, the due date is September 13 and she and her husband Tim (who works next door at the OD) are expecting a baby boy.  Now there's a  kid who's gonna be born a beach bum for sure.  Good luck to all!

It’s soooo much fun when a sporting event captures the entire island.  You can here the cheering pouring out of the living rooms, garages, outdoor bars and beach radio’s from Townsend’s Inlet down to the Dead Dog and beyond.  And this summer we had two such sporting events.  Congrats to Delran’s Carli Lloyd.

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This town gets the occasional big time athlete, but how wild was it when standup comic and “The Price Is Right” host Drew Carey hung at the Sand Bar?  He posed for pictures, was very accessible and friendly to all.   Now next time bring a refrigerator or new car to give away!

Speaking of standups, I’ve been judging the very entertaining “Sea Isle’s Got Talent” shows since their inception.  I’ve enjoyed singers, magicians, bands, dancers, jugglers, and dancing bears.  But never a standup.  Until this summer when 17-year-old Bailey stepped out on the stage.  Now listen, I’ve been doing standup for over thirty years, and performing comedy in front of that crowd is very difficult because there are a lot of kids there with their parents.  No comic likes to perform in front of kids.   
And he was terrific.  He was poised and did his very well thought out and funny material.  He even took some shots at Avalon, which will always get laughs on this island.  I talked to him afterwards and was told it was the first time he ever performed in front of strangers.  He’s originally from Bucks County and has spent every summer of his life in Sea Isle.  He’s off to Arizona State to study law or some stupid thing.  But remember that name, Bailey Raysik.  You just might be watching Comedy Central some night and say, “hey, isn’t that the kid we saw performing in Sea Isle?”

You all know Jimmy, right?  The owner of LaCosta, the Lobster Loft, he might have sold you the tires on your car.  I think Jimmy’s the reason the Pope is coming to Philly.  Jimmy loves a good joke and one evening I told him a real dandy. 
For the rest of the summer I had approximately forty different people tell me that joke and when I asked them where they heard it, they all gave the credit to Jimmy.  Owe up, Mr. Bennett!  (Sorry, it’s a family paper and I cannot print out that joke.)  But ask Jimmy, he’ll be more than happy to tell you.

My nephew Lee got married in August.  That's the good part.  The bad?  It was over three hours from Sea Isle in upstate Pennsylvania in a town so small that it made the nearby Hazleton come off like it was Vegas.  It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception was a blast.  But don’t you just love weddings in the summer that are not at the shore?  NOT!  Small town upstate PA?  Well, it’s just not my cup of tea, to say the least.  The silver lining of this story?  The following day when my car arrived at the top of the bridge and saw that ocean and the basketball courts and the VFW club, I was never happier in my life.  I was home.

I sincerely hope you had a great summer and don’t forget there are plenty of cool events in September and October.  The Summer of 2016 will be here before you know it.  Thanks for reading!


Here's my latest article to run in the South Jersey Magazine


It’s back to school time so I’m going to salute a teacher that literally changed my life.  The late, great Paul Grillo.  He taught literature to me my sophomore year at West Catholic.

But what Mr. Grillo did was use music more so than books.  Words and music from the songs of my time.  Particularly lyrics.  In fact, many of the words he used were from obscure songs of Bob Dylan, Van Morrison,  and the likes of Gil-Scott Heron. 

Now my brother was a very accomplished musician and songwriter by the time he was fifteen and he was six years older than me, so when I was nine I was listening to some pretty heavy stuff.  I had no choice since we shared a bedroom.  Because of this I was listening to incredible music that no one else my age was even aware of.

So not only did Paul Grillo show me a new way of looking at these songs, he also comforted me that I was not alone in even digging them to begin with.  We stayed in touch until he passed away a couple summers ago.  He was a great, great man.

But this is a magazine for South Jersey residents and since I went to school in Philly, I had to recruit some South Jersey folks to help me in my salute to the difference teachers can make in our lives.

JAY BLACK (Screenwriter, Actor, and one of the funniest standups working the country today)

big daddy dinerBRUCE WILSON & JERRY SCHOFIELD   Cherokee, English and Economics...
I graduated from Cherokee High School in 2011, so I'm writing this with fresh, young memories.  Did I mention young?   Okay, fine.  It was 1994, which makes me older than I want to be.  Bright side?   Cherokee High School had Mr. Bruce Wilson and Mr. Jerry Schofield and I had them for English and Economics, respectively, my senior year.  There's no need to talk about how they "taught me about life" or "went above and beyond" because of course they did.  You don't write about teachers twenty (TWENTY?!) years after you had them unless they hit all the right cliche notes.

The bigger reason I won't talk about that, though, is that neither of them would like it.  What I loved about them, especially as the angry, maladjusted teenager that every comedian seems to be at some point, was that they really seemed above the petty, false concerns of everyone else.  Mr. Wilson and Mr. Schofield seemed one step ahead and four steps apart from their peers, teaching not out of obligation or some idea that "YOU WILL NEED THIS INFORMATION!" but because, simply, what they knew was cool and, hey, wouldn't you like to know about this cool stuff too?  That adults could be like that was a revelation to me.  It helped me connect to the material and, okay, fine, I'll say it, it helped me reconnect with life a little bit.  Like it or not, we are all Holden Caufield at some point; it helps to know that some adults are less phony than others.

So, thank you Mr. Schofield and Mr. Wilson.  I hope someone gives this to you and that you get a chance to read what you meant to the younger, angrier version of me.  I'd love for you to come out to one of my shows.  I'll even give you a 10% discount.  I would have said "free" but one of my stand-up comedy teachers was Big Daddy Graham and he taught me that you don't do "free."...  (BDG note, Jay was a teacher himself in South Jersey, along with his wife, Kristina, so that’s why he got to salute two.)

GREG JULIANO   (Bassist and singer with the Legendary Juliano Brothers)

JIM O’BRIEN, West Deptford High, English...
I was really struggling with English and Mr. O’Brien, instead of just letting me flounder, reached out to me and asked me to stay after class.  He gave me the personal guidance to get through the course and through our conversations, I discovered he played the bass also and we have remained friends to this day.  He went the extra mile.

MARCUS DARPINO (Host of “The Crapulent” a podcast with 300,000 twitter followers on Wildfire Radio)

SALVATORE MARCHESE,  Delsea High, Drafting...
Mr. Marchese was a tank of a man who's demeanor, on his most friendly day, would intimidate a hungover Hell's Angel. Salvatore's build was not unlike that of The Thing from Marvel's Fantastic Four. A formidable man to say the least. The interesting part about Mr. Marchese was that beyond his thorny exterior was a great mentor.  I was not what you would call a "quiet student who never disrupted class", so Marchese and I should have butted heads in a big way. Instead, he harnessed my creativity, energy and will to entertain by simply allowing me to be me. The entire concept of me was completely foreign to him, but he accepted me, valued me and allowed me to be me (as long as my classmates and I were able to complete our work). I'll never forget that man, or the nickname he gave me, "Goonybird".

PAT SETTER (Realtor for Berkshire Hathaway and someone who has probably MET everyone reading this)

the year was 1970 and I was in my second year of 4th grade. Yes, I was "held back" and had to repeat the 4th grade.  Praise the Lord I had a new teacher, Sister Anne Jude.  All four of my previous years at St. Mary's in Gloucester City I had nuns, three were much older and one was down right mean. Sister Anne Jude was different, thank God!

My Mom was divorced and I was the youngest of three. The nuns knew my single working mother wasn't showing up for PTA. And when they ripped my skirt down with the metal edge of a ruler they knew it wouldn't be mended for weeks.          But Sister Anne Jude chose not treat me differently. I had no idea that a nun could be like her!

One day I took a terrible fall running down the steps for recess. I chipped my two front teeth. She was terribly upset and bent down on her hands and knees to try to retrieve my chipped teeth. Since my mom was working she took me to her room at the convent next door. She had Beatles posters all over her walls!  She then told me the story of her favorite Beatles song "Hey Jude" was about a young boy and his mom and dad were divorced. Thus her chosen nun name, “Jude.”  She made me feel that I mattered and for that I will be eternally grateful!

And both my daughters went to school in South Jersey and I could not have been more thrilled with the education and activities the township provided.

447PMMARCH 5TH, 2015KEELY GUDONIS  (Keely works as the “Walk Manager” for the Alzheimer’s Association)

ANTHONY SEARS, Music Clearview High
Growing up, my parents instilled in me this intense passion for music and our house was always filled with it. By the time I was 5-years-old I knew all the words to Frank Sinatra, the Beach Boys, Sound of Music & much more. My sister and I would put on a performance from "Meet Me in St. Louis" for anyone who would humor us. I felt that my parents were giving us a better musical education then the one I was receiving in school.

That all changed in the 8th grade when I met Mr. Sears who took on the role as our choir director at my middle school. The second I entered his classroom I knew he was going to change my life forever. The year before had been somewhat of a disaster and we weren't exactly an easy bunch. Seriously, what middle schoolers are an easy bunch?  Within minutes of his first class I knew that things would be different and I admired his way of commanding respect with a side of compassion. He had an amazing way of filling kids with confidence and helping them to discover their natural talents as singers. We transformed our sad little group into something pretty magical. At the end of the year we took first place in our first choir competition. I will never forget the moment we heard our name. Tears were flowing as we jumped for joy hugging one another.

I will never be able to thank Mr. Sears for all that he did to help my awkward, self-esteem challenged 8th grade self.   He brought the joy that music so deserves and I am forever grateful. Thank you, Mr Sears.

AVA GRAHAM  (Host of “The Ava Graham Hour on Wildfireradrio every Thursday at 530PM)  

JOE CROMER, Clearview High, Marketing
WE were his business venture. The future was in our hands and he was going to help us.  It's amazing how good advice sticks with you. We're talking, real world advice. He taught us to, "dress for the job you want, not the job you have". To control your own interview by knowing every detail of the position you want. He taught us how to write a resume and to send thank you cards to people who took time to meet with you. All of these things, ten years later I still apply to my every day life. He was a glimmer of hope for some very scared teenagers. He didn't treat me like a kid  but a young professional, a peer. Everyday as we slaved away at our DECA projects, he pushed us and encouraged us. He wanted me to reach for the stars because he thought I was one. He dedicated himself to teaching and I couldn't be more thankful. The clock never stops for a teacher. Teachers deserve much higher praise and a raise!! Thank you, Mr. Cromer, you are and always will be, the man.  (BDG note.  Typical of sisters, Ava wasn’t happy with Keely picking Mr. Sears because she might have picked him also.)

So sharpen your pencils kids and don't be so glum about the summer ending.  You might get that “life-changing” teacher this year.


Here's my latest article that is running in Sea Isle Times...


I was at a party at Irish Kevin’s on 36th Street immediately following the fireworks on July 4th.  Hall & Oates’s “Las Vegas Turnaround” was blasting and the beverages were flowing.  There was a little bit of lousy singing going down in one corner and a pinochle game was getting ready to start up in another.
But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the TV that was hanging above the bar because “Jaws” was on.  There was no sound, but that didn’t matter because I know every word.  In fact, me and a few other Sharkheads were one-upping each other mouthing the lines that were taking place up on the screen.  And this was with a lot of noise going on around us since there had to at least 25 partygoers circulating about.
You see, I have now seen “Jaws” 1,236 times and that number could change before I finish writing this.  I usually do take a break and what better way would there be to spend it than on the “Orca?”
I have a theory that if someone asks me what my favorite movie is, the only completely correct answer is the movie that I have watched the most.  That’s a simple way of answering that question because there’s no pondering what answer would make you come off as hip or film-worthy knowledgeable.  The way I see it,  there has to be something you love about a film more that any other if you have watched it more than any other.  Simple, eh?  This same logic applies to your favorite Green Day CD or sitcom, whatever.   I get in arguments all the time on the air at 94WIP about this, but I think it’s simple logic.  As they say, it is what it is.
So with this being the 40th anniversary of “Jaws,” here are a few of my favorite thoughts on the flick other than the obvious memories such as Quint being eaten or the amazing John Williams soundtrack.

On opening weekend no less.  C’mon, there can’t be a cooler place to see “Jaws” than right on the beach.  I have a theory that a Jersey shore movie house would do business all summer long if they showed nothing but “Jaws.”  People would come from far and wide to see it on the big screen again.  I know it just showed recently on the beach in Wildwood, but I mean one show, every night, at the same theatre.  (Come to think of it, nobody better steal this idea.)

THE MAYOR’S BLAZER     You know, the light blue one with the little anchors on it.  I would kill to own this jacket.  In fact, Murray Hamilton’s performance as the Mayor throughout the entire movie is priceless.  Every word.  “You say barracuda and everyone goes eh, huh?  But you say shark and you have a panic on the Fourth of July.”  He was Mr. Robinson in “The Graduate,” by the way.

QUINT’S LITTLE BUDDY   If you can stomach it, the next time you watch the scene at the town meeting where Robert Shaw as Quint claws his nails on the blackboard, take special notice of his tiny friend that is standing there next to him.  He has no lines, but is wearing the filthiest hat I’ve ever laid eyes on.

CHIEF BRODY’S SECRETARY    “Jaws” has just transformed a young woman into a Shoobie’s omelet and she’s babbling on and on about these kids “karate chopping a ticket fence.”  She’s a complete useless moron and I love her.

SWIMMING AT NIGHT    I’m an ocean freak. I can sit in a chair on the beach and stare at it for hours and often do.  Which is weird because, to quote Woody Allen, I’m usually “two with nature.”  I don’t hike, camp, go to the Pocono’s, nothing.  But the ocean?  Oh my God, I love it.  As you all know, I am the World Champion Body Surfer and I’m now ranked third in the world in bogey-boarding after crushing the higher seeded, Comcast’s (and Sea Isle City resident) John Clark last summer.  If I’m not admiring the ocean’s awesome size and beauty, I’m in it. 
But I no longer swim at night and I used to go in the ocean in the dark all the time.   I thought it was so cool, especially under a full moon.  But that changed after “Jaws.”  I didn’t walk out of the theatre when I first saw it pronouncing to myself, “that’s it, you’ll never catch me again in that water at night.”  But about a month later, a couple buddies and me jumped into the ocean one night on the way home from the OD.
I was in there for five minutes or so when I swear, in fact, I know,  I heard those famous “Jaws” musical notes.  “Duh-Duh.”  Is that a giant fin I see heading right towards me?!  I swam faster than Michael Phelps and when I got to the sand, I said to myself “never again at night.”  Heck, I don’t like even being in a pool after dark.
Hey, at least I still go in the day.  I have friends who never went in again at anytime of the day after “Jaws.”  (These are probably the same people who never showered again after “Psycho.”)  Lightweights!


What a waterbug my daughter Keely was when she was a tiny squirt.  She would frolic in it all day.  You couldn’t get her out.  Around 1992, I take a gig at a comedy club in Virginia Beach for a week and take my whole family with me.  What comes on  the hotel room HBO?  You got it, “Jaws.”  My wife is down at the pool and I guess I just wasn’t thinking straight, but the next thing you know me and my daughter (who’s around four) watch the entire movie.  Once you start, you just can’t stop. 
When it was over, we both went down to the pool, and my wife asked me where we had been.  “You let her watch what?!” my wife exclaimed.   I quickly pointed to Keely who was wrestling some kid in the shallow end.  I said  “look at her, she’s fine.”  But the truth was I got so caught up with Brody, Hooper, and Quint, I barely noticed my daughter was even watching it.  I’m a horrible parent!
The following end of this story is 100% completely true.  Had I-Phones existed then, someone would have caught it.
The next day we went down to the beach.  We weren’t set up for five minutes when Keely shouted “I’m going in the water!”  I quickly followed her.  For about three minutes everything seemed normal when she glanced at me hard and murmured under her breath, “shark.”  I couldn’t hear her.  “What did you say?”
This time there was no whispering and she shouted “SHARK!”   I tried to quiet her down, but now she was screaming at the top of her tiny lungs and other bathers were staring at us.  My daughter turned and ran out of the water.  I started chasing her and I could hear splashing behind me because the other swimmers had heard her and they were emptying out also.
But she didn’t stop running when she got out of the water.  She kept running right off the beach the entire time shouting “Shark!  Shark!  Shark!”
She didn’t go on the water the rest of the summer and my wife didn’t speak to me for a week.  (Well, the latter time is hard to gauge since my wife is often not speaking to me)
By the next summer, all was forgotten and today, like her Pop, my daughter Keely loves going in the ocean.  But never at night.
And she never watched “Jaws” again.






You can take an inexpensive tour  of RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL that's well worth it.

Check out MASH ARMY & NAVY on 8th Ave between 45 & 46th streets.  A blast from the past!

Folks are always asking me about piano bars in Manhattan.  There's two I would recommend and they couldn't be any bit different.  DON'T TELL MAMA is on 46th St between 8 & 9th Avenues.  It's a comfortable narrow long bar where you either sit at thee bar or at a table.  They have a singing piano player and every fourth song or so a member of the bar or serving staff will get up and sing a three song set.  And sometimes a member of the audience will get up at the mic and sing. And they have awesome food also. It's a really fun joint, but completely different from MARIE'S CRISIS CAFE which is at 59 Grove St in the Village.  (Make sure you have the address handy before you get in the cab.)  MARIE'S is a tiny hole in the wall basement club where there is a piano player but no professional singer.  YOU are the singer.  It's insane.  People (like my nutty wife) go there TO sing.  There's no microphone and literally 150 people or so will be singing at the top of their lungs to some Broadway tune  Which, by the way, IS ALL Marie's does.  They don't mix in pop tunes like MAMA does.  The two couldn't be any different from each other and any more fun if a piano bar is your bag.

tunes logoA HOTEL TO STAY AT?   We always use some hotel site and often stay at one of these two hotels which I would both recommend.  THE BELVEDERE on West 48th St is clean with a nice lobby and it's very convenient to Broadway and many clubs and bars.  THE WARWICK is pricier, but still affordable when you go through Expedia.  It's at 54th & 6th and many famous folks (like the Beatles and Liz Taylor have stayed there.

IT'S ONLY A PLAY is hilarious with an amazing cast.

As obvious as this sounds, you can spend a couple hours exploring Central Park and never get bored.

Lincoln Center has a free SINATRA exhibit running till September 4th which has some pretty neat artifacts from his Hoboken days.

LEXINGTON CANDY SHOP on Lexington between 82 & 83rd St. has been opened since 1925 and is a don't miss trip.

THE METROPOLITAN ROOM on 22nd St is a very cool, classic NY cabaret room where we have seen many cool acts at a very affordable price.

BIG ONION WALKING TOURS are a lot of fun and reasonably priced.  I have taken many of them and they never disappoint.

54 BELOW on 54th St. is literally the basement of the famous Studio 54 disco. It's a terrific place to see anybody. Top notch club.

Finally made it to BIRDLAND for one of those CAST PARTY shows. What a great time and the sight lines are excellent.  Legendary jazz artists perform there and if you ever thought about seeing one of them at BIRDLAND, do it.





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