Congrats to all involved with this year’s Tall Ships festival, which seemed to go off without a hitch. P&J were able to take in the Sunday Grand Parade of Sail, which showed the ships in their impressive splendor as they sailed up Narragan¬sett Bay beneath the Newport Bridge, mostly under power, because the ships were going into the wind. They then rounded Gould Island and unfurled their sails, coming back down the West Passage in all their glory.
Special double kudos to the sailors aboard the Colombian barque Gloria, which entered Newport Harbor with its crew singing their national anthem and standing on the yardarms in perfect formation. And the same for Other Paper photog Frieda Squires, who got the shot of this, which became a huge, colorful front-page picture the next day. P&J work with a Colombian woman, and she beamed with pride and happiness after seeing the picture and the caption about the singing.
The boys from the bucket
You may recall that a couple of weeks back, your superior correspondents were ruing the departure of a number of longtime scribes from the Times of Pawtucket. We mentioned how there was talk of holding a “time” for these staffers.
The date is now set: Thursday evening, July 12, at the China Inn, the landmark eatery smack dab in the middle of downtown Pawtucket. Kevin “P.” O’Connor, Doug Hadden, Rich Dugas, Scott Dolan, and David Casey will all be feted for their many years of service to the paper and to the city. Many flasks of amber-colored fluids will be raised, as will the requisite amount of hell and money to benefit the Pawtucket Animal Shelter. In a desperate attempt to make it seem like there’s some manner of professional entertainment, Jorge (aka Rudy Cheeks) will act as master of ceremonies. We hope to see anyone and everyone who cares about Pawtucket and journalism.
Jorge’s genetic curse
Jorge showed up at the Phoenix office a couple of weeks ago and noticed a package for Phillipe. Our custom, of course, is to open each other's mail immediately.
P. had received a copy of Charles Rappleye’s book, Sons of Providence: The Brown Brothers, the Slave Trade, and the American Revolution. The book, winner of the American Revolution Roundtable Book Prize, is a great read, and naturally, Jorge will pass it on to Phillipe when done. In the meantime: Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, I got there first.
This superior correspondent was thunderstruck, though, by a sentence on page 19, concerning an ancestor of his. Jorge’s mother’s maiden name was Jenks and he is a descendant of that early Vo Dilun family, which, as it turns out, did quite a bit of intermarrying with the Brown family. Why the Jenks clan (or at least Jorge’s branch of it) never amassed any great fortunes, deciding to pursue the Swamp Yankee route of Calvinist restraint, has always been a source of great disappointment to J.
Actually, the sentence on page 19 dealt with a direct ancestor of Jorge’s, Colonial governor Joseph Jenckes (a different spelling from older times). In describing the Brown family’s Towne Street neighborhood in Providence and its inhabitants circa the mid-18th century, Rappleye notes, “And, to the left, on the south side of the market, stood the home of Joseph Jenckes, recently retired as governor of the colony and a giant of a man, standing more than 7 feet tall.”
So, what happened to Jorge, 5’8” on a good day on his tiptoes?