Bob Graham is a Canal historian, photographer, and friend of the Erie Canal Museum. He has had two exhibits at the Museum (Three Generations on the Erie Canal, 2010; Erie Canal Abstract, 2017) and is getting ready for a third (From Clyde to Buffalo, summer 2018). Here’s a selection from his book Three Generations on the Erie Canal.
One of Grandpa’s and Dad’s canal adventures occurred at Three Rivers; where the Oneida, Seneca, and Oswego rivers meet. In 1962 there was a nightclub near the confluence called the Three Rivers Inn. Many entertainers of that era appeared there. It was a very popular spot “just 15 minutes north of Syracuse.”
Grandpa had worked many weeks on a tug that summer and finally had arrived home for some time off. He and Grandma invited Mom and Dad to come to Syracuse from Rochester for the weekend. A friend had given Grandpa four tickets to see Sammy Davis Jr. at the Three Rivers Inn.
During the show’s intermission, Grandpa took Dad next door to a waterfront saloon. There was a tug and barge tied up. Grandpa figured he’d more than likely see somebody he knew from the crew in the bar. Sure enough, Grandpa saw the captain of the tug, who was a good friend. Grandpa ordered a round while my father sat on a barstool next to the two tugboat captains.
Several minutes later, a burly deckhand from the tug arrived, picked my skinny father up off the barstool, slugged him, and with great force, threw Dad against the wall. As Dad lay slumped on the floor, dazed, Grandpa, who was used to dealing with these types, turned and asked the big brute of a deckhand WHY THE HELL HE HAD DONE THAT. Brutus replied that Dad was sitting on his stool. Grandpa, nicely dressed for the evening out, and considerably shorter than the deckhand, knocked the guydown with one punch! Then, Grandpa’s friend, the other captain, picked up his own deckhand and slugged him again for good measure.
Grandpa got Dad up. They finished their drink and returned to the Three Rivers Inn for the second half of Sammy Davis Jr.’s show.