age 37, is in it to win: he takes pigeon races very seriously,
though he'll forgive a little youthful enthusiasm in his favorite
I was about 11, growing up in Brownsville, I had what they call
Flights, they just fly around over the roof. And when I came
to Far Rockaway in 1979, I started out also with Flights till
I met a Homer Flyer by the name of Richie Santini, and as a
junior member he brought me into the Club which I first started
in, which was Jamaica Rosedale Club. I flew in Jamaica Rosedale
up until 2003, that's when the club came to a closure.
There's two types of bird that we call 'em in the sport: one
of them is called Racing Homer, which is just a bird to race
to come home, and then a Racing Pigeon, which is the bird you
want to always, you know, be there to win.
I have no problem with my neighbors, as a matter of fact they
come on race day to watch me clock the birds as they're coming
I have a few that are pets, quite a few of them that comes to
me. Matter of fact, I had a bird, she was first in a race, but
when she landed, instead of going inside, where she could be
officially clocked, she was twiddling on the landing board,
talkin' to me, saying, "I'm home! I'm here!" I'm trying
to tell her to get in, and she's walking toward me! I wound
up grabbing her and taking the counter mark off and puttin'
her in the clock. And I winded up second, which I could've been
first, but by her twiddlin' on the board, talkin' to me, I winded
Growing up, I realized, in the pigeon game, nobody wants to
be the loser, so I took it to the extent that I'm always gonna
try to be on top, no matter what it takes.
Sometimes I have other birds that I trap that's not mine. I
normally catch 'em, give 'em water, put a note on their leg
and send 'em off, and then the guy'll call me and say he appreciates
it. I'm always looking to meet new people in the sport, so anytime
I catch another guy's bird, I put a note and my name and phone
number, and the rest is up to them, if they want to call me
back. And then we stay in touch.