We celebrated the centennial of Pete Corridan’s birth—June 15, 2011–in the most natural of ways: a screening of the great movie for students in my summer class, followed by spirited walk to the historic West Side piers. Three-hour class periods are not without their special virtues; afforded additional time for viewing mini-doc that always evokes warmest of memories of that same teaching pier, foot of W. 70th Street.
All is grace, as Dorothy Day would put it. All is gravy, as I might be more inclined to exclaim. No curves, as Corridan woulda put it. Happy birthday, Pete…S.J….religious orders and waterfront bosses may come and go but your memory is eternal, even as we move on to other stories.