Izod

I was just going through some books and found the little card from Ben Silver the clothing catalog from my 50th B-Day.It was a pale blue Izod golf shirt from Mr.@Mrs. Dalton and the card reads "Looks good on the links or in a Privet Hedge."I think that was Wildman's sly remark about my 40th B-Day and the first L.A. story I've put here.In those days I sometimes slept at the office on my nice couch and that night I was there and walked a few blocks over to the Italian Restaurant my neighbor was a witer/manager at.It was about a week after my 40th so it was a cool Feb. night and after dinner and a bottle of wine I moved to the Bar where the owner Tony started pouring me Pernods.I was taking Vicadin for a sore knee that night along with trips to the bathroom for snuff breaks.Things got real warm and cozy at the bar but I was feeling no pain.A few hours later I come to walking down a sidewalk by the Wilshire Country Club which is like 6 miles away from the Restaurant.I stop on the sidewalk and its like I'm in some strange Star-Trek episode.Last thing I recall I was at the bar at Guidos and now I'm walking down a quiet street.The problem was when I came to walking the Vicadin took over and I kept walking a few steps then falling face first on the sidewalk.After a bit of this I found a nice big hedge crawled under it and went to sleep.Next thing I know some private neighborhood security car is flashing his spotlight on me and telling me to get up or he will call the police.(Never pick a Country Club Area to be messed up).I told him I was trying to get home and would he drive me to Wilshire and one of the highrise Condos so I could call a Cab.He tells me no and I stumble off falling flat a few times again while he's driving along real slow with the spotlight on me and next thing I know I walk into a lobby of a Condo on Wilshire and see myself in the mirror.My face is all bloodied from falling,my shirt has blood stains all over it and I tell the counter guy I need a cab and that some guys beat me up.The cab comes and I get in and the cabbie is one of the guys I know just coming on his shift.He tells me I look like someone beat you up and what the hell happened to you?I ask him the time and by now it is 5:oo the next morning.I tell him to take me to work where I go in the side door and crash on my couch.At 11:30 the next morn I wake up and call another cab,walk past our shipping guy mumbling something about tripping over something in my office and go home.The amazing thing is no one came in my office that morning or seemed to know I was there.I get home and take my clothes off and my knees and elbows are all bloodied and skinned from falling and my nose is all scraped up.I find out the next day my buddy had someone take me home but my apt keys were at work so he dropped me off when I said I'd take the bus back over to work.During my "walk" I crossed two major streets had a pocket full of cash and"snuff".That I did not get rolled ,hit or busted was amazing.The shirt came clean in the wash,I still have it and I stayed away from Vicadin and Pernod for a month or so.

The Old Quig homestead

By the way the old Clambake estate has been on the market for quite some time and the price keeps getting lower but still a chunk of change.There were additions put on after the Grizz years but the resident ghost and his antics have also become better known which appears to be scaring folks off.Imagine if two clambakes at our peak and a few nights of listening to The Murph tell his "tales"didn't make the little dude pack his bags for new digs I don't think anything will.

Masterbakers

I received some old pics from Grizz today and two of them from his parents place are marked Clambake 75 so it looks like both the legendary 75 and the 76 were held at Quigs.One of the pics from 75 shows quite a few full moons exposed on route 64 with a lot of guys standing around.What the poor souls driving by must have thought but more on those two bakes in a later post.I missed the first bake which was held at the old Kennedy place and involved only 12 or 13 guys one of which either Joe or Foss as I recall wound up being pushed around in a wheelbarrow passed out.Junior year was at Doug Turners and it had a bigger group but still mostly our close gang.The one thing I recall about that one is Spike getting in a fight with some neighborhood tough who was a junior but the reasons are forgottten much like many many braincells.Senior year was at Kenna Woodas parents pace at Thornell and East Streets and for the first time other guys from our year outside our small circle were there.I recall Foos sticking his finger down his throat so he could puke and drink more.But what made 74 a breakout bake was after Kennys we had a convoy of cars full of drunken stoned Pittsford guys descend on the Cottage Hotel.I think it was a Sunday that bake was held as when we entered the Cottage it was pretty empty.It was the first of two years we terrorised Tommy Doggett and Ben Henderson.All I know is sinks were ripped from bathrooms(Greg Clark) and that I was sitting at the bar with Foos and Murphy while Foos kept raising a shot glass and chanting"To the Furher!" At some point we lit a joint at the bar and Ben Henderson told us we had to leave and the Murph gets up and starts walking to the door while Foos and I yell to him Murph what the hell is he going to do?.It was while at the bar while mayhem ran amuk around us that Foos and I started talking to these two long haired hippie types at the bar.The rest is a blur but when we all left The Cottage Foos and I wound up leaving with these two guys.We smoked and drank and I passed out and came to as we were dropping off Foos at his parents house.I passed out again and next thing I know these two guys and I hit a tree on some country road in a Maverick or something like that.They started talking about driving to someones house to get another car.The car we were in was driveable but I remember a smashed windshield.I think they had forgotten about me in the backseat and at this point I started to tell these guys to take me home.We started arguing and I was cursing them when I saw we were at route 31 and Marsh Road so I said listen you fueckers drop me off here and I'll walk home from here.So I get out and after walking a few minutes realise I'm on some kind of route 31 but not anywhere near Bushnell's Basin.It turns out I was in Macedon.At this point I am pissed and still fucked up big time so I walk off the road and into this cornfield where the next thing I know it is first light and I've been sleeping in this cornfield for a while.I stumble out onto the road and stick out my thumb.After a bit a guy comes along and asks where I'm going.I say Pittsford and he says you are going the wrong way.So I cross the road and the next guy says I'm going the wrong way.Then I notice I'm not on 31 but some other side road that runs the same way.I finally figure out the right way and get a ride to Fairport. As I'm walking through town very early I see the police station and I figure I'll tell them what happened and they will let me sleep a few hours as a drunk.No one is there so I curse them out thinking Otis always had a place to go in Mayberry.I wind up across from the Green Lantern Inn and who comes along but Eddie the Janitor from PMHS.He pulls up and I get in and he is laughing"Where the Hell have you been,you look like shit!" he exclaims and I tell him you wouldn't believe it and utter my silent "Fuck You,What a Rummy I thought to myself" about eddie.Anyhoo he drops me at PMHS and I walk the rest of the way home to my parents on RRMills and around 8:00 on monday morn walk up the driveway my mom outside watering and just grunt at her on my way to bed.For all that I had the honor of winning"King Clam" our senior year.

Clambake Time

After getting an email today about"The Shroud" the next few posts should be about The Clambake.From its beginnings in sophomore year , my first one at Doug's Junior year the senior year at Kennas house where the Legend of the Clambake began to grow with the thrashing of our first bar and then the Clambakes of all time ,The Thirstys Five and The Ultimate bake"The 76 bake at Quigs place.After that the bakes moved on to the park and like an aging metal band became more bloated year after year with Dougs hourlong drunken rambling rants.Then the bakes where all kinds of strange folks showed up like Dougs Butcher Friends who thought Dice Clay was Funny.Finally the beginning of The Anti Bake where wives and children were invited to todays mellow bake.Along the way there are some great stories to tell.The schroom bake,Eddie treat as the Master Baker the year Wildman and I were in Thirstys after I moved to Calif and we informed Tommy Doggett it was Clambake Day and he begged us to just stay out of Thirstys afterwards.Roscoe's loss of The Sacred Shroud ,Spikes songbook of Clambake songs.Wildman's"Ghosts of Clambakes Past" song.The Bake became to big for its own good but the stories it spawned are Pittsford Legend.

Casino 2

I received an email from Tom G. where after reading"Casino" he recalls something I did not or as he says according to his recollection. "After the tree branch encounter,Larry took over driving with you shotgun.While wildy correcting his oversteer,(which caused everyone to awaken)Larry yelled that you had"chowed" all over him.You then told Larry in no uncertain terms,"you asshole, you chowed on yourself". Next thing you know,I'm in the hammock at Babes." Thank you Tom G..He also mentioned that he thought maybe his brother Dave came with us that night and I'm not sure he didn't .If he did he was in the way back of the wagon on the ride home.That also means Joe K. and his spitting routine were from a trip a year or so earlier.You will also note the vega is a two door but the front side windows were long so you can see how far the branches were into the car to be smacking us.

The Vega Wagon!Mine was sandstorm(beige)

The Casino

I may as well do one more Cape story before heading back to Pittsford.This one also involves the vega wagon.One fine August afternoon in 1977 Larry and myself pulled into the yard of my buddy Tom G'S parents house in Wellfleet.I actually creased the front passenger side panel of the vega brushing one of those quaint split rail fences.At this point we had a cooler full of 16oz Pickwick Ales and the three of us were headed all the way down Cape to Falmouth to pick up Joe K. and Stool and bring them back to North Truro.We were meeting them at The Casino a big old bar in Falmouth right on the water.S. Schuler was waitressing there that summer and Joe and Scott had stayed with her for a night.We got to The Casino and soon many many rounds of drinks were drunk with the motto"It's On Butch".Butch was the owner of the campground Larry and I had worked at but that I had left by this time to work at Babes.The employees had a"sort of profit sharing plan".Suzie wanted to know what we were doing up in North Truro as the money and tips were flowing.By the time we left at closing the world was our Oyster or at least Cape Cod was.The ride home showed what teamwork can do.It's a good 50-60 miles back up the Cape and I was behind the wheel as we left The Casino lot.Somehow I made it from the paved parking lot onto a packed sand beach without knowing it.As I cruised along the beach about thirty yards from the road and considered when I wanted to rejoin pavement someone had to take a leak already.So we stopped all got out of the car and as we stood there laughing and peeing a police car pulled up on the nearby road and the officer asked"Is this the Accident?''We all looked at each other and said no there was no accident and the cops gave us a longing look but had an accident to find and off they went.Joe K. who had swallowed a doob when the cops pulled up told me I was in no condition to drive and he took over with larry riding shotgun Stool behind Joe in the backseat me in the middle and Tom G. behind Larry.We made our way out of Falmouth onto the main route 6 and headed north up the Cape.Joe did well for awhile but somewhere along the way I awoke to hear Larry yelling at him what are you doing.It seems Joe was in the left lane of route 6 on what he thought was a four lane stretch but was in reality a two lane stretch.As he swerved to avoid a southbound car he wandered off our side of the road up a slight embankment at which point large tree branches were smacking Tom G. now awake and myself in the face.We managed to avoid the trunks of the trees and as Joe stopped Larry took over driving while Joe moved to shotgun and began one of his constant spitting routines.Somewhere along the way Stool had rolfed sort of out the window.From there we made it back to the room in North Truro in the wee hours and when the alarm went off at 6:15 the next morning for Tom G. and I. He came awake stumbled to his feet and walked smack into the fridge.I grabbed him by the arm took him out to the vega wagon and off we went to work our breakfast shift at Babes.About an hour later Tom G. was really pasty white manning the toast machine so we sent him out to the hammock where he lay in his apron and large white chefs hat while patio diners ate a few feet away unaware of the mighty effort we had made to return.I have no idea how I made it through that morning standing in front of a steaming dishwasher but we were young and PRO.

Gimlet Afternoon

The Vega Wagon was responsible for so many adventures but the summer of 1977 my first on the Cape the Vega really went through some nights.I began to think the car was just indestructable.One of the first fun nights happened after my friend Tom G. who now lives in Webster and I picked up a quart of Gin after the beach one afternoon.We went to Babes Restaurant where we worked and sat outside with Dirty Pierre the Chef/Baker/Liveinboyfriend of the owner.The three of us polished off the gin by drinking Gimlets just Gin and Limejuice.As I recall Pierre had one ,two at most.Tom and I had a good buzz on by this time and drove back to the campground where Larry and some of the Cape gang were hanging out in our room.We had a few beers there and decided to head to P-Town and the Surf Club.Larry and a few others left before I did in a 65 Vista Cruiser called"The Ouch Mobile" for that was the word painted on dents on the car.Tom G. rode shotgun with me and I decided we needed to catch up to the other guys.It's about six miles to PTown from where we were and route 6 at that point is four lanes of undivided highway two lanes each North/South.I caught the "Ouch" mobile and passed them going around 80 which was about top speed for the vega.Bruce who was driving ouch exclaimed"Man,your brother is fucked up" and indeed I was as I only recall bits and pieces.The rest was told to me next day.Anyhoo once we passed them I slowed down to around 60 but decided we needed to head North to P-Town in the far left lane which was a Southbound lane.I am told a few cars heading south passed us on the right horns blowing,me flipping them the bird.By the time we reached the P-Town turn I was back in the correct lane but then did a left on red towards town and as we rounded the two lane curve by the A&P in Ptown my friend Tom tells me people walking were diving into bushes on the side of the road.Making it finally onto Commercial Street I started jumping on the gas and hitting the brakes.A cop noticed this and I explained to him I had just gotten the car out the shop and was testing the brakes.He told us he better not see us come by again and we pulled into the wharf parking lot.I don't recall even going in The Surfclub and am quite sure it was Tom G. who drove the vega back to North Truro.That first summer on the Cape was fun but hard on the braincells and the Vega Wagon!

Fun with foil

Okay I know in the day we could make a pipe out of a cardboard T.P. tube and some foil or use foil to burn a little Hash Oil but again I have a mystery.Last night I cooked some Angel Hair pasta and put the left over pasta in an alum bowl and covered it with foil.About an hour ago I went to nuke some and what do I see but tiny little holes in the foil!Now what in the hey could cause that?.I cooked the pasta in salted water and I did put the bowl on top of a closed pot of tomatoe sauce but no way it could have leaked through.

So I hear you like Pilots

My name is Steve but my friends call me Butts."Hi Steve"

Community Service

My last few months at Northeastern I had decided to go to work for my older brother in Calif. He sent me an American Express card to help me with the transition from college to working life and I put the card to good use helping others.One weekend I rented a car with Brother Bear and we drove around Boston on a fall friday night and helped the homeless guys get some exercise.I was driving and would pull up next to one and Bear would ask them "Hey want a beer" as he held a can out the window.As the homeless guy approached to get his can we would drive off making him run after us to try and get the can.It's hard to get these folks to exercise but we did our best that night.We even passed"The Bearded Clam" in the combat zone.

P.S.

A few years later my brother in Calif sent me a pillow in the shape of a pill that read Rohr 714.I was at Northeastern University by this time living in a fraternity.It was a great bunch of guys .We sang songs helped the homeless and had a swell time.Often when I came home from the Library after hours of study I would look at that pillow and think of my carefree Pittsford days.Now though Knowledge was my Drug! and helping the less fortunate my passion."Knowledge is Good" was my new motto thanks to Emil Faber a very wise man.

The Cadillac of Qualudes

A bit after high school Jeff threw a Xmass party at his parents place.I had the Vega Wagon so it was 75 or 76.Sometime during the party I somehow ingested a Rohr714, a Qualude.I don't recall taking it so some twisted person must have somehow gotten it into me by some devious means.Anyhow I had heard that one was incredibly suave on Rohrs which at first I was making time with several ladies.But no one informed me that if you drank with them things went south at a certain point.Well the sicko who slipped it to me must have been laughing cause I reached the border and kept going.Ask Pedro indeed.My older brother and Larry had to beat me up to get my cars keys away and then drove off in it leaving me at the mercy of a cruel winter night.I was standing on the front lawn when T.L. came up and gave me a talk on the spirit of Xmass and such.I nodded my head in agreement and then spotted this near life size lit Plastic Santa Claus laughing at me on the neighbor Lunts lawn.So I went over and wailed the shit out of Jolly Old St.Nick.He wasn't laughing when I finished with him.Man it felt good and just as I finished I looked up to see Jeffs Mom looking out one of the upstairs windows and then the blinds closed.So let that be a lesson to you to be on guard against "friends" slipping drugs into you unknown.I had a nice black eye the next day and my father called us a bunch of animals.

Things to think about when dropping off the kids at the Pool

Last night I made Tater Salad.I put it in a metal bowl and covered it with foil and tonight the foil has little holes in it.All there are are red taters,mayo,red onion,a little dill pickle juice and a few cchopped dill pickles.Now I have noticed that when I make Veal Parm and cover the metal tray of leftovers with sauce with Foil holes aoppear in the foil.Biedy and I talked about this a week or so ago when I mentioned it and he said the same thing about covering Lasagna with foil.Most likely the acid in the tomato sauce but what could cause it in tater salad?

Rosebud

I have been busy setting up stage 2 for my master plan to become THE Player in world media so I have not posted here in a few nights but I have some new posts brewing in my brain.I have lots of stuff on many folks so watch your back.As Gov LePetomane said"I didn't get a Harumph from that Guy, You watch your Ass!."

Dark Side of the Moon

I was going through my book today and Mose has a B-Day coming on May 7th I believe.I recall the summer we went just about every night to his out of town parents place down in that cool basement bar that opened onto the inground pool.I bought the portable AM/FM-Cassette deck one night and we played the Pink Floyd album over and over.The most memorable night though was when Wildman,Kiviat,Foos and myself went to 12 corners in Brighton to pick up a pound.The week before on a sunday night we were out of pot cruising somewhere in the city with Foos calling out the window when these two guys said they had herb.Foos bought some and got to talking and set up a buy for a pound several nights later.We drove to Brighton from moses place and parked in a little shopping center lot.Behind us was a Donut store and behind that a older two story wood frame house Foos went into for the buy.The other three of us were sitting in the F85 and as the minutes went by getting restless.After about 40 minutes with still no sign of Dave we were getting worried when all of a sudden 4 or 5 Brighton police cars came roaring into the lot and drove back towards the house.That was enough for Wildman and myself and we split the F85 and hitchiked back to Moses .As we walked up to Bills front door an underclassmen went racing by and yelled something. A few minutes later I answered a knock on the door to find a Monroe County Cop standing there.Bob and I thought he was there for us but he asked us where the kid who was "Garaging" was hiding.We realised he was looking for the kid who ran by and said so but he claimed to have seen him run into the house.We hadn't even had a chance to make it down to the bar and the cop wanted to come in and look around so we said OK.He wandered around a few rooms and then came back to us and asked us what was behind this door.We said the steps to the basement so the cop opens the door and I am right behind him staring down at all these guys drinking and in a direct line is Murph toking on a joint.The cop is looking down the stairs and Murph looks up the stairs and his eyes got REAL BIG.The cop looks at Murph then turns to me and says "Why don't you see if he's down there" I go down look around a suddenly very silent bar and come back up and tell him he's not there.The cop looks down the stairs again and tells Bob and I to have a good night and walks back out the front door.Not long after this Foos and K show up with a pound and it turns out the Brighton Police cars were all just parking behind the Donut shop before going in for glazed and a cup of Joe.

A Pertinent Announcement

Last fall while in Roch I was talking to Mr.Wittig's daughter.She knows Mrs B. from girl scouts and I had sent in a memory of Mr.Wittig she was going to use as one of many from students along with my pic in a room at PMHS in his honor.We were talking and she mentioned that she thought she was imagining things but when she went back to the school for the first time she noticed that the stairway in the library was gone.I don't know why they did this and forgot to ask how one can access both floors of the Library now but I always thought that stairway was cool.For one thing it offered a third escape route off the balcony in case something went awry in one of our many pranks.I have heard the Balcony became off limits to students not long after we left and I can certainly see why.Besides the ease it offered to rain water balloons down into the commons area en masse it was just a great place to launch mayhem.Who can forget when the person every one thought was the "Masked Maurader" Mike Q. appeared on the balcony like the Pope proclaiming his innocence as the patsy we had hired to play the part ran across the commons and was caught by Mr.Sherman.I forgot what we gave the younger Foos but it probably involved herb.As his brother would say though he was a "Lowly Sophomore"How many times Foos used that line before launching a tray of food at a Sophomore table starting yet another commons clearing food fight.Our trips to the Liquor store on Fri mornings so we could hacve Vodka Slushies and how long it took the food ladies to catch on when we ordered an Orange Juice Slushie and two empty cups.Highball sipping bourbon from a Choc milk container.In winter sticking beers in the snow in the courtyard at the edge of the commons area.Kerry taping the thumbtacks to the back of the door handles leading out the library into the commons and us watching as folks opened the door.A good loud"OH MURPHY!!" as we all cleared away from the table leaving the Murph turning beet red and sputtering curses or picking the lock to the second floor room at the back of the auditorium with a credit card and smokin doobs.How we did it the night of the Choral Society or whatever that Kenny was in onstage while we were flipping the bird and waving to him from up in the room. The metal window sills at the edge of the commons where L.A. and T.L. scratched in with a knife such gems as "SLA Join today","We Love you Tania" and "Lebanese Red Hash 8 dollars a gram" And of course"The Bomb!" It's a wonder we got any learning done.

Timex

I am watching "The Ten Commandments" and man is it a long movie.I don't think I've ever watched the whole thing but have seen bits and pieces over the years.They don't make em like this anymore.I noticed in one scene though where Moses(Chuck Heston) is standing on a rock that he is wearing a wrist watch.Then there is the Burning Bush scene.I admit I've never had a Burning Bush talk to me but there was one night when four of us on Windowpane saw a wheat field on Old Dutch Road waving back and forth at us.Wildman was driving the Camaro and Foss ,Kiviat and I were his wingmen on a fine August night.We were on our way to the Bristol Hills and we sat and watched the wheat for about five minutes. Earlier that night we had been at L.Wenricks house as Dave was going out with her younger sister and it was the first time I took part in throwing pool balls around the table while on Acid.The trails were impressive but I think we sort of scared the two girls.As for the rock who can forget the great Ozark Mountain Daredevils album from the day."I been standin'on the rock,waitin' for the wind to blow" "I been standin' on the rock,waitin' for my seeds to grow".....

Farewell Lanky Planky

I just read about Ridge Lumber closing its doors after so many years and got to thinking about some of our old haunts that aren't around anymore.Places like Carol's Hamburgers where the manager called the police on us that summer night for no reason.Roseland Park where we spent many a summer night.Wahls, Hicks and Mc Carthy as we knew it.One of the first cheap 15 cent hamburger joints named The Golden Point on Ridge Road.The Washington Drive In where the fun was always trying to sneak in to watch Bad Cinema.I can never forget the night Neil,Wildman and a few others of us clothed ourselves in sharp coats from the goodwill box by Thirstys before going to the Drive In.Hozzies which made a great hoagie and which Biedy helped to bring down.Checos Cabana in E.R. the far axis on the Thirstys to the Cottage Hotel back to Thirstys to Checos run.The Milk place in the Basin with the two friendly old ladies.The little grocery store in Bristol where we would stop for supplies on the way to Annies Cottage.Finally for me Burdetts where the few of us who worked there knew it was the heart of the Pittsford Universe.The cute cashiers and deli girls, the fun we had"working" there and the coconut telegraph that passed through the store and the parking lot.Waiting for Rick H. in his Van to pull in at three every weekday afternoon so Larry,Danny H. ,Wildman and myself could have our afternoon "smoke" and telling langers younger brother he better not rat us out.Unloading the freakin truck at 6: 30 every tues or thurs morning after being at Thirstys till closing the night before. Scotty always knew that on Sunday Morning Larry and I would be at"church" in the Burdetts lot with the NYTimes.We knew everything going on sometimes before it happened.The"Fringe Benefits" were pretty good also.

Hendersons Pond

Three of my brothers are at the frozen four this weekend including Larry.They have been going to the College Hockey finals for the past nine years and that got me to thinking about the day a bunch of us played hockey all afternoon.It was Xmass break a few years after High School.We played on the pond on the way to JK'S house that Ben Hendersons grandfather owned at that time and his house sat back in a corner in the woods.The Murph was the only one who used skates for the rest of us it was boot hockey but we had a blast and played a long time on a rare sunny winter day in Roch.That night we played poker in the basement at Framers parents house.We had two or three tables going as there were a bunch of us and anyone who had played hockey kept jumping up with cramps in the back of their upper thighs from muscles one would not use unless running on ice in boots.It was funny to watch all of us jumping up and down through the night.I recall Framer had a huge row of books near the steps in his basement with a whole bunch of stuff by The Beats so I'll put up a few.I never have firgured out line breaks so I'll use- for line break."Ah who cares?-I'll do what I want--Roll another joint", "The cow,taking a big-dreamy crap,turning-To look at me" from book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac and "Poker Star," "It's a star that looks-like a poker game above-the mountains of eastern Oregon-There are three men playing.-They are all sheepherders.-One of them has two pair,-the others have nothing. Richard Brautigan,"The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster"

White Punks on Dope

I wasn't going to post tonight till I just read the story in the D&C about vandals trashing the town cemetery in Nunda down by Hunt Hollow.One thing I have done when I come back to Roch and cruise the Finger Lakes is check out the old graveyards and there are a lot of them.I've searched them online also.Biedy has a very small old one on the way to his cottage in Port Bay that was just cleaned up in the past few years.Italy Valley has a few I have stopped at.Biedy showed me one a couple of years back in Ontario County that was all overgrown next to a medical bldg he called on including one Revolutionary War Vet.Last fall Mrs. B dragged me grumbling and complaining(unlike my usual self) even though I did not know where we were going to Mount Hope Cemetery.It was a cool early November day and it turned out to be one of the best times I have had in Roch. Thanks Mrs. B!!The atmosphere is just steeped in History and the grounds are quite beautiful. We spent a good three hours plus there.Lots of huge old trees and rolling hilly grounds and some incredible graves and crypts.A lot of History on the grounds and some downright spooky areas even in daylight.

Gator Bait

You have to feel for those Ohio State fans like Will and Ruth.The Gators crush them back to back in title games.Speaking of them though brings back fond memories of their wedding.Russ,Ann and I bought one of those portable vanity mirrors with the lights so we could do our snuff on the drive to Ohio without turning the overhead lights on.I forget who the fourth was(Richie?) or were there five in our car but we had a lot of fun and sniffing.The Thruway rest stop where a few carloads of us pulled in and several of us guys in one stall doing a blast and talking loudly when Biedy pulled a chinup to discover a guy in the stall next to us.I still wonder what the poor guy thought what WAS going on next to him.Richie C and I streaking on the roof of the hotel/motel and running over to the roof by the pool area to impress the girls swimming there.Biedy and Neil K's room being the middle room and us filling the bathtub of it with ice and Heinies the night of Wills wedding.The sidetrip to Niagra Falls on the way home where we made another pitstop to do a blast before we crossed the border.The ride back to Boston with Wildman in his VW.He started the whole trip by showing up from Long Island on thurs in Boston and driving me back to Roch where he stayed at Russ and Anns place on Jefferson for the weekend and got Lucky.

King Clam before the Fall

Did You Eat Yet?

Wedding Tales

I was thinking back to the first of our gang to get married.Scott and Marys wedding gave us our first Bachelor party.Who can forget the scratch and sniff Hustler Centerfold at dinner or that beautiful farm girl dancer/stripper out at that place in Bloomfield afterwards.There were also a lot of great parties given them before the wedding and I basically blew all my Burdett's earnings on chump powder that spring.After the reception a bunch of us wound up at Ann's friend Judy McD. on Allens Creek and someone came up with the idea of skinny dipping.Well I jumped in the pool naked and looked around to see everyone looking at me dressed like what is this Drunk up to.(That seemed to happen to me a lot at Weddings) Anyhoo I get out of the pool after a few minutes and find out Judys dog has run off into the bushes with one of my socks.I had to have a drink over that and as the fog moved into my brain I found myself in a car with Tracy Put. ,Suzie Schul.,Mary C. and myself.It was Suzies moms car but Tracy drove and after a stop at Thirstys where Mary snagged a bottle of Whitehorse Scotch we decided to crash in on Russ and Ann who had gone down to her parents cottage.While Tracy was a gentleman and talked to Sue in the front seat Mary and I slugged on the bottle of scotch in the dark of the backseat and at some point while I was trying to maul her we kicked it over open which made the back seat smell real good the next day.We showed up at the lake woke up Russ and Ann and partied on all night.Come early morning we were all lying on the dock in lounge chairs when Russ decided waterskiing was just what he needed for a wakeup call.So Tracy and I got in the boat Rusty hooked up the tow rope and off we went.The breeze did wake me up so I popped a beer and was the lookout when Tracy started started to head towards shore after a signal from Russ.As we got closer and closer to the shore Russ was grinning like an idiot and Tracy and I were wondering why he didn't drop the rope.We started yelling to him and he gave us a laugh and as we were just nearing the dock Russ let go of the rope and literally skiied right onto the gravel beach next to the dock.The skis stuck fast in the gravel and Russ did two complete head over head tumbles getting a big round of applause from us and the girls on the deck.Luckily he was so drunk he was scratched up but unhurt.We toasted that with Bloody Mary's and then passed out for the rest of the morning.Weddings were tough.