Dave burst onto the scene and came straight toward Vinnie. “Ace told me some cock ‘n bull story about you guys throwin’ Marty into Madison’s swimming pool. Is that true?”
Ace laughed. A much needed smile came to Vinnie’s face. It was one of his fondest memories. In his first two years with the program, the varsity won only one game, none his junior year. Then Ace arrived. His assistant, Coach Senall, who also looked at Ace as a father figure, was in his first year as a teacher. He said he would let the team throw him in the pool if it won, thinking the promise would be forgotten in the excitement of victory. It wasn’t. He was picked up, hauled to the pool, which was open and in use, and thrown in. Several players, in full uniform, cleats and all, followed. Vinnie hesitated before jumping. While in midair he noted Joe Plescia, who would be named to the All-City squad, go entirely under. Vinnie thought it was the deep end – and he didn’t know how to swim. He feared he would drown, spoil the great triumph. It was the shallow end. Joe, who never left the playing field, who gave everything he had every single play, was simply exhausted and needed complete reviving. The pool’s supervisor was livid, berating the boys as they scrambled for the exit.
A Venice pizzeria remained open despite recent flooding. Here's a pic:
When Lady Chatterley's Lover was published in the late 1950's, it was controversial and subjected to an obscenity trial. The copy that was used at the proceedings has sold at auction for $72,000. Things have changed a great deal since then. Who would imagine porn becoming mainstream? The novel I'm working on would have had to have been published by an underground press way back then. Have we become a more enlightened or more base society? I wonder myself, although I benefit from today's freedoms.
RIP baseball Hall of Famer Willie McCovey, 80, who blasted 521 home runs during his 22-year career, all but four seasons with San Francisco. He was a six-time all-star and was named the NL MVP in 1969, batting .320, hitting 45 dingers, knocking in 126 runs, and reaching base at a clip of .453. Imagine having to face Willie Mays and McCovey back to back. Well done, sir.
The day got off to a shaky start. As I returned from Stop n Shop at approximately seven AM, I got stuck on the elevator for about an hour. Fortunately, I had the NY Post and reading glasses with me. When I finished the paper, I regretted not having bought water, as it was warm in that cramped space. I then recalled that I'd purchased a small cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream, which was melting. I drank it down. My thanks to our super Super, Luis, who forced open the doors, setting me free. My thanks also to the kind folks who bought and donated books on this beautiful indian summer day.
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