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The Christmas Tree Hike   1 comment

Rockefeller Center TreeIt was December of 1964 and the boys were bored. Ronald said, “I don’t want to just hang around here for the weekend. We do that too much.”

Jack suggested, “We could call Carol and those girls from Queens. Maybe we can finally meet them.”

Sean wasn’t interested,”Nah, We’ve been calling them since the summer, they never show up when we go to meet them.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Herman said, “If we were from Ohio we could go to see the tree in Rockefeller Center.”

Sean jumped in, “Why don’t we go. I’ve never seen it in real life.”

Roger said, “As long as we’re going why don’t we walk.”

Jack, “It’s probably ten miles.”

Sean, “Then we better start early.”

Jack, “It’s supposed to snow.”
Ronald, “Then we better wear gloves.”

Herman jumped up, “A Quest, we will walk to the tree or die trying.”

Sean said, “We better meet here at seven. We can go over the Brooklyn Bridge and take the Bowery up from there. Bring as much money as you can. We might want to get something to eat.”

Ronald added, “I am bringing my knife. We don’t know the neighborhoods we’ll be going through.”

Roger agreed, “Yeah, I will too. We better all pack. See you in the morning, dress warm.”

The group met at seven except of course for Jack. Jack was late again. Six-foot five with legs almost as long as the rest of the guys were tall but they could never get him anywhere on time.

The Great Trek finally got started at seven-thirty. They didn’t take the most direct route. Each would have their own favorite places they wanted to pass. Ronald wanted to walk the Promenade in Brooklyn Heights. He liked the view. Herman wanted to go through the East Village, Jack wanted the west village. He said that was the real Greenwich Village. Sean liked the Flatiron Building. For Roger it was Times Square.

It was at Times Square that things got interesting. Herman insisted on stopping for an Orange Julius. He loved the damn things. They were on line waiting to reach the counter when a man in his forties bumped into Sean.

He said, “Sorry kid, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He started walking away when Herman yelled, “He took your wallet.”

The man took off like a shot and the chase was on. He started out faster but an out of shape forty year old has no chance of out running five teenagers. They caught up to him on Tenth Avenue. He backed into a doorway and pulled a knife with a three inch blade. The five boys pulled their own knives. Ronald’s had a curved blade that was almost a foot long. When he snapped that damn thing open it almost looked like a sword.

Sean said, “Drop that knife and give me my wallet.”

After Sean got his wallet back Herman said, “Now it’s our turn empty your pockets and drop the money on the ground.”

They took him for every dime he had then chased him away. Three blocks later they were stopped by a cop car.

“Were you guys the ones chasing the pickpocket?”

Sean said,”Yeah.”

“Did you catch him?”

“Nah, He dropped my wallet and since we had it back we stopped chasing him.”

“Can you ID him?”

“Nah, We never got a real good look at him.”

“Ya wanna make a report.”

“Nah, I got my wallet back.”

“OK, Have a good day kid be careful.”

“Thanks, we will.”

A few blocks later the boys ducked into a doorway and checked their money. Sean had six dollars in his wallet and it was all there. They counted the money from the pickpocket it added up to four hundred seventeen dollars and sixty-two cents.

Jack said, “Screw hot dogs. Let’s go to a fancy place to eat.”

They all agreed. Hell they were a bunch of kids from Red Hook. They had never had the money for a real fancy New York restaurant. They walked around looking for a famous place. They wanted the fanciest place around.

Herman spotted it, “There that one I’ve seen it on TV and in the movies.”

The guys looked in the window. It looked perfect they saw a local sportscaster and two guys with their own TV shows.

The boys went inside where they were met by a tall man in a suit.

“The restrooms are only for customers.”

Sean said,” We are customers. We want to eat.”

“We don’t sell hamburgers or hot dogs.”

“Who said we hamburgers. Just show us to a table.”

“You will have to leave now. You aren’t dressed appropriately.”

Jack yelled, “Screw you and screw this place. I ain’t eating here they got roaches.”

Two other men joined the tall man and the boys were ushered out. They were not a happy group. Here they were New Yorkers born and bred. But they stood outside in the cold not allowed into a New York restaurant while all the tourists sat inside. They could see them sitting by the windows.

Herman said, “Watch this, hold my coat.”

He handed his coat, hat and gloves to Ronald and went to the window. There a family that looked like they were from Utah a real Norman Rockwell family sat eating a fine lunch. Herman went to the window and wrapped his arms around his chest. He stood by the window in the snow, coatless until they noticed him. Then he started giving them sad eyes and acting like he was starving. He watched every bite from plate to mouth. When they all stopped eating and stared at him he started to lick the window. Finally the tall man came running out and grabbed Herman by neck.

As he was pulled through the door Herman stuck his finger down his throat and puked on the tall man. The man let go of Herman and backed away.

Herman yelled as loud as he could, “I can’t help it if your food made me sick mister.”

Herman ran from of the restaurant. The boys caught up with Herman four blocks away. He put his coat and hat back on and they continued to the tree. They saw the tree, put a hundred dollars in the pot of a bell ringing Santa and stopped for something to eat, Hot dogs and hamburgers of course.

Posted September 16, 2014 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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How Rare Is Rare for a Lobster?   1 comment

This is from the town in live in. Maybe it is not saving the whales or mountain gorillas. Maybe Libbie is only a lobster but Libbie didn’t have to be the in cause to worth saving. Now Libbie thrill and amaze children for years to come.

Libbie the Lobster

When I began researching the beautiful yellow lobster we later named Libbie, I found articles that reported she was 1 in 30 million, others that said 1 in 20 million. I learned that other lobsters are quite rare too. For example, albinophoto lobster2 lobsters are the most rare, next are the yellow, followed by calico, blue and even a rare two-toned lobster.

So I began to wonder, What causes this anomaly? And, If so many are found, then why are they rare at all?

As with all life it seems, the color of a lobster is determined by both genetics and environment. Slight genetic mutations occur throughout nature. Libbie was likely a result of this sort of mutation. But environment can also play a role. Because yellow lobsters seem to be found in certain common areas along the coast, it has been hypothesized that certain algae could be the culprit.

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Posted September 15, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

BULL MINE   Leave a comment

BULL MINE.

Posted September 9, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

BULL MINE   1 comment

bull_mine 1It was in the summer of 1965 and the cousins were preparing for their annual camping trip to Bull Mine near Monroe, NY. They had been going for five years. In the beginning it was by bus but now they were traveling in style with two carloads.

The number one car had left at noon but the second car had to wait for Johnny to get off work. Johnny was the oldest of the cousins but still crazy. Mike and Russ were guests of the cousins mostly because Mike had a car. They sat in the front with Buddy, Herman and Sean sitting in back. Johnny was working for Cunard Lines and got off at five but said he would be a little late because he had to change.

He had told Buddy to tell everyone watch as he left the building. He said the group would see how respected he was in the area. They were plotting to harass the hell out of him about that.

Russ was the first to spot Johnny and waved to him to let him know where the car was parked. They watched as Johnny walked along the street. People were turning to see him go by. The women were staring at him. They were acting like a movie star was walking down the street but it was only Johnny from Red Hook.

Mike said, “What the hell is going on? Look at everyone staring as he goes by.”

Nobody in the car could understand it until Johnny got closer. When he got close enough they could see the head of his penis sticking out of his shorts. There was about two inches of it showing below his shorts and they reached his knees. Johnny had a big shit eating grin on as he hopped into the car.

He said, “Let’s get out of here before these women rape me. I feel like a piece of meat.”

After about three blocks Johnny started laughing. He pulled his shorts up and removed the rubber penis he had taped to his leg.

“I got the idea this morning so I went up to Forty-Second Street on my lunch hour and bought this. You should have seen the looks I was getting from the women as they noticed it. I thought one was going to grab at it I almost had to run away from her.  It was the funniest thing I ever saw.”

The six of them laughed about it the ride upstate. Russ a huge bear of a man wanted to try it but was afraid.

“With my luck I’ll get arrested and be on the front page of The Daily News as a pervert. Will we be going through Monroe?”

Mike said, “Yeah, I’m going to stop there to get a couple of cases of beer.”

“Damn.”, Russ said, “My Uncle Dan lives in Monroe. I should have brought his address. We could have stopped by.”

“It’s too late now.” Johnny said, “Maybe next year.”

By the time they reached Monroe a shopping list had been created. Mike, Russ and Johnny as the only ones old enough to legally buy alcohol went to the store.  They came back with the essentials five cases of Rheingold beer, six bottles of wine, bottles of Scotch, Vodka, Gin and Rum. They loaded the take onto the laps of those in back.

Mike started to pull out when Russ screamed, “Stop, Holy Shit there’s my Uncle Dan.”

He jumped out of the car, ran to an older man just going into the store and lifted him right off his feet in a big bear hug.

Russ was yelling, “Uncle Dan, Uncle Dan, How the hell are you?”

Then he stopped still holding his little Uncle Dan about two feet off the ground and said, “You’re not my Uncle Dan.”

He dropped the old guy and ran for the car, hopping in he yelled,”Get the hell out of here before he calls the cops.”

Mike peeled out with screeching tires. The car was halfway up the mountain and parked before they stopped looking behind for the cops. Each of them now had to hike the rest of the way with about fifty pounds of food, drink and equipment, mostly drink if the truth be told.

Sean said, “Well it’s been an interesting ride up here. I guess it will settle down to a quiet week now.” Sean was very wrong.

 

Posted September 9, 2014 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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