Denis Patrick Kelly

Denis Patrick Kelly , was my father. My mother divorced him when I was six months old ( February 1959 ). He spent the rest of his life in and out of prisons - the day he collapsed on the pavement outside the Barnstable Correctional facility in Massachusetts on May 2, 1975. Denis is buried in a cemetery in Hanover, NJ. (specifics unknown). I saw him three times: #1. the day he kidnapped me from the babysitter . We spent the day at his girlfriend's condo while my mother was sick in the hospital- ( I was 5-6 months old to my recollection, and yes I still remember visually the account) ; #2 . at age 11/12 which didn't turn out a pleasant visit - more emotionally charged interaction for a boy of that age and caused me considerable emotional distress for the next 17-18 year; #3. at the funeral parlor in May 5-6 (not sure of exact day). A few years later we spoke on the phone shortly before my birthday. In his older years behind bars, his journalistic skills became evident; having his work published in the prison newspaper an in local area newspapers in Barnstable. An article which was published - ( an assumption only) -in the local town of Barnstable newspaper entitled, " Once Around The Courthouse" -was an interesting tale. According to the article , he enjoyed a "frosty gin an tonic" - which was my favorite as well. Unfortunately, I know longer have access to the article , lost forever - unless someone can play the Columbo role an hunt it down. He was an intelligent man of sorts, more of this came from being street smart somewhat. He was a very good saxophone musician in his younger years, I've been told by his sister. He enjoyed the crooners an (maybe) big band style singers of the 1950/1960's ( this would be a guess on my part an based on what I did know of him) . He particularly enjoyed the music of the Carpenters in the 70's .