tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post7301463403270482599..comments2024-03-26T12:44:30.308-07:00Comments on Blue Heron Blast: Sundown on Borscht St.Blue Heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-75813192800309551182017-09-09T19:43:47.702-07:002017-09-09T19:43:47.702-07:00My uncle Eli Rubenstein was another ripped, tough ...My uncle Eli Rubenstein was another ripped, tough guy handball player. Worked at General Dynamics, benched over 300 lbs in his seventies. These guys were not pussies.Blue Heronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-87331526107370781782017-09-09T19:22:46.528-07:002017-09-09T19:22:46.528-07:00Some of my favorite images of my Mom and Dad are w...Some of my favorite images of my Mom and Dad are when they were dining<br />and partying at The Concord. My father did stand-up for a time, and in<br />the off hours took on contenders at handball. He was a champion. He was<br />fat in those days so other guys thought he was a pushover. He would take<br />on two at a time and kill it. The muscle on the side of his hand was like<br />steel. He could pop a handball and make it burst against a wall. That's <br />how strong he was. Boxed a bit for a time too. Said he had ten professional<br />fights; won the first nine, lost the tenth and that was that. And he <br />gambled. Oh, did he gamble. That never stopped.Isaknoreply@blogger.com