I want to thank those of you who took a few minutes to read my story and leave such wonderful and encouraging comments. This is just what I was hoping for and the exact motivation I need to complete this project.
I would also like to chime in -- I'm a regular reader of this, probably my favorite, music blog, but this installment was something else altogether. I would look forward to more.
A little late to the party, but wanted to chime in how much I enjoyed reading your post. Though, like some others here, I had more of a suburban upbringing, a lot of the teenage feelings were similar--trying to figure out what the hell is going on, goofing off in the summer even when you're working, sort of trusting adults that they know what they are doing. As a supposed adult now, I feel confident saying that adults don't know what they're doing. And that's OK.
I sent it to my best bud who's from Queens originally (now lives in the ATL as I do) and he said, "Holy shite, he's writing about my life! I know those places! And he's hilarious."
(which says a lot because this guy has been a stand up comedian and actor, and now a videographer for decades.)
He loved it as I did. Also, I may never hear Chicago's "Beginnings" the same way again, especially those FINAL WHOA WHOA WHOAs!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, thank you for the wonderful short story. My mother drove school bus when I was in grade 5/6. My job was to sweep out the bus every day after the run. So I can say, with confidence that Sal and I are bus brothers.
Great story Sal, it brought back great memories of my various job in the city in the 60's and 70's. I grew up in Queens and had an Uncle that managed a coffee shop on the corner of 6th ave. & 42nd street. I delivered lunches to all the surrounding businesses. I still remember the hot receptionist at 1501 Broadway 17th floor. I'd take my tip money and spend it at either Hermans sporting goods store that was right down the block or the many record stores that were in the Times Square area. When in college I drove a cab in the city, that was education that no college could give you. I would take the 7 train to LIC and pick my cab right outside The Midtown tunnel. Ike-Stan was the name of the company. I got my balls busted because I took off a weekend to go to Watkins Glen Festival. Keep up the great work, & next Saturday night The Iguanas are playing at Cafe 9 in New Haven,a small club.
Please do carry on with your project. Thanks to your great storytelling I'm able to vicariously enjoy a much more exciting lifestyle than the very sedate, sheltered upbringing I had in the green and pleasant land on the other side of the pond. Cheers!
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Believe me, it was our pleasure. More to come I hope?
I didn't comment yesterday, but I did observe that you have a knack for bringing those characters to life on the page. Well done.
It was very well written. Looking forward to the next installment
It was a great read. Thanks Sal.
I would also like to chime in -- I'm a regular reader of this, probably my favorite, music blog, but this installment was something else altogether. I would look forward to more.
A little late to the party, but wanted to chime in how much I enjoyed reading your post. Though, like some others here, I had more of a suburban upbringing, a lot of the teenage feelings were similar--trying to figure out what the hell is going on, goofing off in the summer even when you're working, sort of trusting adults that they know what they are doing. As a supposed adult now, I feel confident saying that adults don't know what they're doing. And that's OK.
Bill
I enjoyed it. I kept expecting a mob-twist at the end and was surprised there wasn't. :-)
It felt like a complete and satisfying short story, as well as part of a larger memoir.
I sent it to my best bud who's from Queens originally (now lives in the ATL as I do) and he said, "Holy shite, he's writing about my life! I know those places! And he's hilarious."
(which says a lot because this guy has been a stand up comedian and actor, and now a videographer for decades.)
He loved it as I did. Also, I may never hear Chicago's "Beginnings" the same way again, especially those FINAL WHOA WHOA WHOAs!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, thank you for the wonderful short story. My mother drove school bus when I was in grade 5/6. My job was to sweep out the bus every day after the run. So I can say, with confidence that Sal and I are bus brothers.
That was a great piece, I'd like to read more! Very vivid images.
No, thank YOU!
Gimme, gimme, gimme!!
Randy
Good stuff. Keep writing! and it shoud come with an " only in America" sticker! Cheers
Great story Sal, it brought back great memories of my various job in the city in the 60's and 70's. I grew up in Queens and had an Uncle that managed a coffee shop on the corner of 6th ave. & 42nd street. I delivered lunches to all the surrounding businesses. I still remember the hot receptionist at 1501 Broadway 17th floor. I'd take my tip money and spend it at either Hermans sporting goods store that was right down the block or the many record stores that were in the Times Square area. When in college I drove a cab in the city, that was education that no college could give you. I would take the 7 train to LIC and pick my cab right outside The Midtown tunnel. Ike-Stan was the name of the company. I got my balls busted because I took off a weekend to go to Watkins Glen Festival. Keep up the great work, & next Saturday night The Iguanas are playing at Cafe 9 in New Haven,a small club.
Please do carry on with your project. Thanks to your great storytelling I'm able to vicariously enjoy a much more exciting lifestyle than the very sedate, sheltered upbringing I had in the green and pleasant land on the other side of the pond. Cheers!
hey Sal. I'm sorry. I've been a bit crazy of late. I may have missed this. looking forward to reading
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