Donato Barrucco on John Cain.
My deepest sympathy and condolences to the Cain and Davis families.
Will NEVER forget all those great adolescent years we had hanging on park side in the summer and in the subway during the winter.
When the Stones came on the radio, J.C. immediately demanded that the volume on my boom box be turned up to the max!
(Editor’s Note: You should know Donato was the first of our crew to own a boombox)
I am sure everyone of us remember watching J.C. lip sync every Stones song word for word, while perfectly mimicking Mick’s body language.
John and I worked together at United Meat Market where every day was a blast, even on the tough days.
From nailing each other’s work shoes to the floor to putting water filled plastic bags in each other’s shoes and putting them in the freezer; we were always trying to get the one up on each other, damn it was fun.
One Saturday one of our customers came in complaining to Tony that the hot sausage he buys once a week was not hot. Tony being the diplomat he is, tells me to go make some fresh hot sausage for this guy and to add a little extra pepper to satisfy him. So, me and John looked at each other, he followed me into the back and we added a little more extra pepper than we were suppose too, to the pork meat we used to make the sausage. While I was handing the large container of pepper to John, it slipped out of his hand and the entire container spilled out onto the pork meat we were using to make this customers sausage. We looked at each other and we were like “holy shit!”
So we wiped off what pepper we could which wasn’t much and just mixed the shit out of it so you couldn’t tell all that pepper was in there.
Next Saturday came, and the customer came in like he usually did to get his hot sausage. Tony asked him, “so how was the sausage last week, better?”
The customer replied,
“HOLY SHIT!! I had fuckin’ flames shooting out of my ass and ears!”
The customer looked over at me and John and said, “what did you guys do to me?”
If he only knew right, pal?
RIP my friend
Still in shock.
Or as Mick Jagger would say, “State of Shock.”
John Cain was a huge Rolling Stones fan…
Here’s an awesome tribute from Robert Fields on J.C.
What a heartbreak for the Cain and Davis Families! My sympathies to all, especially Mr Cain, John’s son, Kathy Ferris, Pat and Tim, and all the nieces, nephews and cousins from WT/Holy Name and NJ.
John was my oldest friend, who spent many happy days with his grandfather and grandmother on 16th Street (the late, great Bridie Davis, also grandmother to Noreen and the Windsor Place Davis families), two doors up from our old place on 16th (John’s sister Kathy and her family have lived there for years, and still do).
John and I palled around since we were born (joined a year later by Sean Keating from across the street), attending kindergarten at PS 154 together, and then–on one of the rainiest days I ever remember–we marched up to Holy Name together to start our academic careers, full of excitement and hope, he in his blue rain slicker, me in my yellow one. When we got through the huge school doors, we were quickly disappointed, as they literally had to separate us to join two different homerooms, me to Miss Schiotis (sp?) and John elsewhere down the hall. We never again had the same class in our 8 years at Holy Name, and John later went to Loughlin and I to Xaverian, but we always hung out anyway as before, either on 16th or Seeley, or in the park/subway/wherever the fun/girls/excitement was to be found.
It was a pleasure knowing John, who truly could be said to have had a twinkle in his eyes (a gift from his mother, Irene, who had the same); nonetheless, a tougher/gentler guy you couldn’t find, and I was happy many a time to have had him in my corner when the going got tough! He worked too, and was a hard grafter. He had sense of right and wrong, and while mostly quiet, when he did speak, he spoke from the heart and wasted few words. Anyone our age (HNS Class of ’78 or thereabouts) would know the fun times we all had at the Prospect Park Corral, a secluded place just off the Circle/9th Ave., with the boombox as a musical backdrop to socializing in the park, a place to meet and date pretty girls, get up-to-date on the latest news and gossip, and figure out our way in the world as teenagers always do.
As times go by we lose track of friends, and focus on careers and family, while the years pass more quickly than ever. I regret not keeping up with John since I moved to London (22+ years!), but only a few years ago, John’s older brother Tim moved over here and married an English girl like I did, and we would go out whenever our schedules would permit and talk and laugh about the good old times in Brooklyn. How I regret now not calling John, who I think about often. My sympathies on the loss of a great guy and good friend.
We’ll meet again, pal, I’m sure.
Sad to report my childhood friend, John Cain has passed away. Cain died of a heart attack Monday night. He was 52.
John is in the back row, second from the left, next to Sean Reilly. John’s holding a case of beer on his right shoulder.
We had been e-mailing each other the past few months. We were just exchanging e-mails this past week. Yesterday he wished me a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
As teenagers we spent a lot of time together. In the 8th grade we played on the same intramural football team. (Only people who attended Holy Name get this). I was the QB. John was the best player in the league. Wherever I threw the ball John was there to make me look good. Dude was fast.
This message was posted on his brother’s Facebook page:
It deeply saddens me to inform you that my brother John passed away last night from a heart attack. We are all deeply shocked and can’t believe this has happened. Funeral arrangements:
Joseph G. Duffy funeral home
255 9th street
Brooklyn, NY 11215
2pm to 5pm
7pm to 9pm
Funeral Mass at Holy Name Church
245 prospect Park west
Brooklyn, NY 11215
John was a great dude…
CONDOLENCES TO THE ENTIRE CAIN FAMILY…