August 06, 2014

Jerry's Ink


(Skip this if you're under 60. It will make no sense to you.)

Maybe it was my birthday that did it.

Maybe it's because I'm now officially old and decrepit, but lately I'm spending a lot of time thinking of the past and how much I would like to enjoy some of those sweet moments of my youth just one more time.

I want to go back to the time when one could taste food without thinking of fats, carbs, gluten and peanut allergies. A time when vegetarians were thought to be mentally ill and vegans did not exist.

I want to go back to the time when young men and young women had beautiful unmarked skin on their necks, arms, chests, backs and ankles, and the only people who had tattoos were sailors and ex-convicts.

I want to go back to the time when family was family, before television changed all that. A time when people would sit around the table after dinner and talk. They talked because they genuinely liked each other. There was no television, no computers, no cell phones. Families only had each other and that was enough.

I want to go back to the time when the music of my life was "Earth Angel" by the Penguins, "Sincerely" by the Moonglows and the haunting voice of Johnny Ace singing "Pledging My Love."

Johnny Ace was a great singer but he was also an idiot who accidently blew his brains out playing Russian roulette with a gun he was sure was unloaded.

My music was called rhythm and blues. This was "make-out" music that we all listened to, played on the radio by Alan "Moondog" Freed and Murray the K.

We listened in steamy cars on a lover's lane called "Plum Beach" just off Brooklyn's Belt Parkway. In the still of the night you would hear:

"Earth angel, earth angel

Will you be mine?

My darling dear

Love you all the time."

Along with the music, if you listened closely you would hear the sounds of bra snaps being unfastened by clumsy teenage hands.

I want to go back to the time when I could enjoy a thick creamy malted, and a chocolate egg cream, from Barney's Candy Store on West 7th Street.

I want to taste a Mello-Roll, a chocolate sundae and a banana split from Hy's Candy Store on Avenue U, and a lemon ice from the Spumoni Garden, which I would squeeze out of a tiny white paper cup. And yes, I also want to feel that dreaded pain behind my right eye again because I ingested too much delicious lemon ice, too fast.

I want to go back to the time when I would fall asleep to the sounds of the Sea Beach train pulling in and out of the last stop before Coney Island.

The Sea Beach was behind my house and in the summer, when the express train roared its way to Coney Island, my entire house shook like it was going to fall apart.

I want to go back to the time when I would watch Joe DiMaggio drift back with the athleticism and grace of Nureyev and then reach up and pluck a fly ball out of the air as though it was the easiest thing in the world.

I want to go back to the time when sports filled every day of our lives. When Friday night was Fight Night from the old Madison Square Garden. And boxers with real boxer names like "Rocky" Graziano, "Two-Ton Tony" Galento, "Irish" Bob Murphy and "Tough Tony" Pellone were slugging it out.

New York was a boxing town, a horse racing town, a baseball town. It was a time when all we had was sports. Who was the best center fielder in New York? Mays? Mantle? Snider? It was a time when everyone loved Jackie Robinson in my old neighborhood – even the bigots called him "a credit to his race." It was a time of Gil Hodges, Pee Wee Reese, Phil Rizzuto, Yogi Berra. It was a time when if you had a broomstick and a "spaldeen" you had a game.

I want to go back to the time when, as a 12-year-old, the world was safe enough so that my friends and I could go to a neighborhood movie theater like The Colony on 18th Avenue for a double feature with the Bowery Boys or Charlie Chan or Abbott and Costello, along with a Gene Autry or a Roy Rogers western, and a serial that ran every Saturday, and five – count them, five – cartoons, all for 25 cents.

A few years later older, but not much wiser, I would go to the Walker, the Kingsway or the Avalon and see great movies featuring actors and actresses who could really act: Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn, Ingrid Bergman, Marlene Dietrich, Spencer Tracy. As someone once said, "They had faces then."

If you wish to comment on "Jerry's Ink" please send your message to jerry@dfjp.com.

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    Ramblings of an old Man
    August 05, 2014 | 03:32 PM

    I miss Hy's also, and everything you pointed out. I guess as we get older, and I say older, we miss the old days. Thanks Jerry!

    Fran Cardinale
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    Ramblings of an old man
    August 05, 2014 | 03:53 PM

    Thanks for the treat of a little holiday visit into the past. "Sincerely"

    Valerie Hershfield
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    Ramblings of an Old Man
    August 05, 2014 | 05:28 PM

    Jerry: I know exactly how you feel.

    Peter Adler
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    You're Not Dead Yet, So Stop Talking About It
    August 06, 2014 | 02:50 AM

    Jerry ... Trips down Joe Franklin's "Memory Lane" are always great, but you can still get the best NYC "egg cream" at Eisenberg's.

    Go there soon and order one of their very excellent omelettes too (I recommend the Western). Right around the corner from your old office (make it about Fifth and 22nd or 175 Fifth Avenue.) The waitresses are old and cracking chewing gum (like "Whatta ya have honey?"), but you'll love 'em. The service stinks ... but mostly because it's so damn crowded.

    And, oh yeah - They only play '50s and '60s music in the place.

    You'll love it. So check it out, if you haven't already. Top CEO's, Con Ed guys, NYPD, FDNY, and real people "in-the-know" go.

    In fact, let's meet there for our next lunch together. Bill

    Bill Crandall
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    Ramblilngs of an old man
    August 06, 2014 | 05:08 PM

    I love reading what you write, Jerry. I even bought the recent-ish paperback version of your "From Those Wonderful Folks Who Gave You Pearl Harbor." I re-read it periodically. And I quote from it. It's a fitting reminder that I'm not the only "old ad person" on the planet, although the Millennials who belong to AAF Cincinnati seem to think so. Keep on keeping on, Jerry. We love you.

    Judy Thompson
    Executive Director
    AAF Cincinnati

    Judy Thompson
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    August 08, 2014 | 02:01 PM

    If you find the way back, let me know. I'll be right there with you!

    Nick LoPiccolo
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    Ramblings of an old man
    August 08, 2014 | 09:53 PM

    Wonderful memories I can relate to. Wholesome times, innocent music, a beautiful era.

    Thanks for the memories~

    Anne Tredici
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    Old times
    August 26, 2014 | 09:26 AM

    How about the guys who played stickball in '95.they all had names like; beansie,blackie,pollack,donkey,nuts,chicken,and lame Eddie led the way,
    .and hanging in lady moody square ....What days!

    Gary Pranzo
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