06.Dinner.1301.SW.WDC.6dec05
Dinner . 1301 . SW . WDC . Tuesday evening, 6 December 2005
Elvert Xavier Barnes Photography
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It was when I'd see images of Pittsburg by www.flickr.com/photos/btezra/ the other day, that Tom Kerr would come to mind. And whenever Tom Kerr comes to mind I always remember the Everhard Bathhouse in Chelsea, the Lower East Side, Staten Island and fried tomatoes.
Tom, an Irishman who from Aliquippa PA would relocate back to NYC just weeks or days before I would in March 1984. My first night there I'd visit the Everhard Bathhouse, in Chelsea, which is where we'd meet. And for the next few months, over the summer, and until I'd move back to WDC over Thanksgiving Weekend we'd spend much time together. He, a carpenter, had several high-end interior design clients. In June he would do some renovation of a house on Staten Island and would ask that I spend the night with him, in the house on Staten Island, several nights a week. It was then that he'd introduce me to his fried tomatoes. Both red and green. Though my grandmother made some mean fried tomatoes, Tom's recipe was even better than hers.
So, on the evening of 6 December 2005, in memory of Tom Kerr I'd prepare some fried tomatoes.
They were OK. But nothing like Tom's. Or, my grandmothers. Tom and I, had some good times. Starting with the night that we met at the Everhard Bathouse. Though I did not see him too often after Thanksgving 1984 we'd keep in touch until his passing, perhaps in 1995.
06.Dinner.1301.SW.WDC.6dec05
Dinner . 1301 . SW . WDC . Tuesday evening, 6 December 2005
Elvert Xavier Barnes Photography
________________
It was when I'd see images of Pittsburg by www.flickr.com/photos/btezra/ the other day, that Tom Kerr would come to mind. And whenever Tom Kerr comes to mind I always remember the Everhard Bathhouse in Chelsea, the Lower East Side, Staten Island and fried tomatoes.
Tom, an Irishman who from Aliquippa PA would relocate back to NYC just weeks or days before I would in March 1984. My first night there I'd visit the Everhard Bathhouse, in Chelsea, which is where we'd meet. And for the next few months, over the summer, and until I'd move back to WDC over Thanksgiving Weekend we'd spend much time together. He, a carpenter, had several high-end interior design clients. In June he would do some renovation of a house on Staten Island and would ask that I spend the night with him, in the house on Staten Island, several nights a week. It was then that he'd introduce me to his fried tomatoes. Both red and green. Though my grandmother made some mean fried tomatoes, Tom's recipe was even better than hers.
So, on the evening of 6 December 2005, in memory of Tom Kerr I'd prepare some fried tomatoes.
They were OK. But nothing like Tom's. Or, my grandmothers. Tom and I, had some good times. Starting with the night that we met at the Everhard Bathouse. Though I did not see him too often after Thanksgving 1984 we'd keep in touch until his passing, perhaps in 1995.