This is about my dad, Ed Bowe, and me, Barry Bowe.
I’m three years old in this picture, going on four. Taken way back in 1947.
My dad was the atheletic director at Collingdale high school, and we’re sitting in the grandstands before one of his team’s football games.
As you can see, we’re the only ones there.
As soon as I was old enough to walk, he started taking me to football games, basketball games, and baseball games. As a result, I fell in love with sports.
He’s to blame. And that’s why I named this website Blame My Father.
Like I said, my name’s Barry. I’m a father, grandfather, and an author who’s been writing true crime and crime fiction for the last 33 years.
Born to Polish parents in coal-mining country in Nanticoke, PA. A jock in high school and college. Fronted a rock group, managed fitness centers, and taught Algebra, geometry, and trigonometry.
This picture was taken in March 2022. We’re putting some videos together to try to interest Netflix or Amazon in a series, or two.
Lived 3 blocks from the Empire State Building, 4 blocks from City Hall in Philly, Fort Lauderdale, Venice Beach, Palm Springs, Houston, and 6 years in the Virgin Islands. Five years on St. Croix, one year on St. Thomas.
Participated in triathlons and played in softball leagues until I was 55. This photo is from a triathlon in San Juan more than 30 years ago.
With me is my Favorite Son, Ed. He and I now share a home in the Philly suburbs.
I enjoy communicating with my readers, and friends. Please feel free to contact me – barrybowe44@gmail.com.
