Brooklyn Gutters
I internet-moseyed on over to one of my daily blogs, Uni•Watch. They had a write up mentioning yesterday's post and in the comments there was a collection of beautiful bowling shirts from the Life Archives. I love bowling. I love the history, I love the meteoric rise of its popularity's peak in 50s and its dramatic fall from grace in the late 70s. There is an amazing documentary called A League of Ordinary Gentlemen. It chronicles the woes of the PBA and it's rebranding by three former IBM executives. I loved every single minute of it. I suggest checking it out.
I'm mediocre bowler at best when sober and terrible after a few Alley beers. However, I still bowl whenever I get the chance. It's not as often as I would prefer, because well to be frank, it costs and arm and a leg in Brooklyn or New York. Steph and I try to go when we are in Long Island. Along with my admiration of the game comes my love of the shirts. I have been wearing bowling shirts since high school. I used to buy a lot of new and repros from Daddyo's. Not the tasteless ones, just the simple repros. When I do find a vintage one in good condition it is usually out of my price range or quickly becomes so on eBay.
About 2005 my wife, then girlfriend, moved back to Brooklyn. It was a return of the prodigal daughter. Steph's family all comes from Brooklyn and left in the 60's to greener pastures east. A few remained but for the most part they relocated to Long Island and the surrounding tri-state area. When I was helping her move, she unearthed some vintage clothes that she had inherited from family members. One of these gems is a Hilton bowling shirt from a family member long ago. It is now one of my prized clothing possessions. She gave it to me as a reward/motivation for helping her move.




