The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Adventures in the National Pastime #11

Today's Adventure

Original Caption:

Brooklyn -- Crooner Eddie Fisher receives an award from Brooklyn Dodger Captain Pee Wee Reese "for his contribution to the youth of America and his keen interest in baseball," in a ceremony at Ebbets Field where the Dodgers met Pittsburgh in a night game May 31. The award was from the Brooklyn baseball club. In the background are five members of the 'Dodger Coettes': Evelyn LeViness; Joan Morales; Maryann Marino; Marilyn Morales and Phyllis Geller. (1955)


Celsius1414 said...

The Dodgers lost that night, as you can see in the boxscore:

However, 1955 wound up being an awesome year for the boys in blue. :)

skyline said...


That's mom (evelyn) on the far left (only time she's ever been on the far left of anything in her life. ba-dum-bum).

I just discovered this photo on another website about twenty minutes ago. She's gonna be psyched when I tell her about this.

BrooklynYankee said...

Recently came across this page. R.I.P Eddie. I enjoyed listening to him sing during the early '50s.

The young ladies in the photo seem to be having a good time. I knew Evelyn who I remember as an attractive and talented avid Dodger fan. Since I was a Yankee fan, we sometimes discussed the merits of the two teams. Paradoxically, in my "yoot" I enjoyed attending Dodger games at Ebbets Field courtesy of the Police Athletic League. I was glad (kinda) when "dem bums" took the 1955 World Series (I felt better after the 1956 Series). I was sationed in California at the time and was amazed when the Dodgers later pulled up stakes and moved to L.A.

My favorite Dodger was Gil Hodges. Rededicating the Marine Parkway Bridge in his memory was a fitting tribute. Now it's time for Cooperstown.