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NATIONAL PIZZA DAY

09 Friday Feb 2018

Posted by Steve in Blog, Joe's Pizzeria, Lenny's Pizza, Pizza, Smiling Pizza

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“You got wheels? I can go for a slice,” John Corrar said to me and Glenn one night in McBears.

Today is National Pizza Day.

Smiley's Pizza

Joe’s, Sabella’s, Lenny’s, Frank’s, Smiling and Pino’s all within walking distance.

Tough to pick a favorite…

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

BROOKLYN BOUND

07 Wednesday May 2014

Posted by Steve in Blog, Brooklyn, F-Train, Farrell's, Howard Place, Johnny Mack's, Limelight, Manhattan, Pizza, Rae and Otto's, Windsor Place

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Downtown F signThursday night, May 1, 2014

As we roll into Manhattan I peek down on the floor and see newspapers all over the place.

The train is hot, I’m talking “August” hot.

Out on the street the temperature is 80 degrees, down below in the subway it has to be close to a hundred!

It’s muggy and sticky. I’m good though despite wearing a long sleeve, button down dress shirt and a pair of jeans. Not sure why I wore my black dress shoes, my feet are killing me.

A guy seated directly across from me is sipping on a can of beer covered by a brown paper bag. Before he takes a swig he looks around the train. Probably checking for a cop. He looks at me and I at him, I quickly glance in another direction.

At each stop on the Coney Island-bound F-train in Manhattan a handful of people get on. It gets crazy crowded. I do not miss these awkward times, trust me.

I need my space.

It used to bug me out when someone would shimmy up to me and I was able to smell his cologne.

Back up yo!

We pull into 57th street and I have a flashback…it’s the station I used to get off when I worked at Planet Hollywood in the early 90’s.

The train is like a can of sardines.  To be honest I have never seen a can of sardines. Let’s just say it’s packed, back to back like the Limelight back in the day.

One thing that stood out to me when we reached Brooklyn; As the train stopped and the doors opened at the Smith and Ninth stop, a lot of people got off. Years ago I don’t recall many people getting off there.  Same for York Street. I saw a ton of people get off there too.

“Watch the closing doors please…”

I get off at the 7th avenue station along with many others. Seems like my bag is getting heavier and heavier as I climb the stairs to the streets.

First thing I did was stop off at Smiley’s Pizza on the corner of 9th street and 7th avenue.

I order two slices and a small coke. The guys behind the counter are cool and very efficient.  I doubt there’s free refills, the fountain is behind the counter.

As I take a squat in a booth I notice three guys, probably in their early 20’s sitting in front of me. All they do is complain about society. I felt like saying, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP’!

Complain, Complain, Complain…

To my right is a Smiley’s employee gobbling up some pasta. Must have been on his break. How cool is that? Go on break and eat some pasta.

“Yo, can you watch my bags?” I asked him as I ran next door to grab a newspaper.

“Sure, no problem…”

They tell you to keep an eye on your personal belongings in New York City but I felt it was safe to let my man watch my stuff.

Two stores over is a newsstand. I buy the Daily News and head back to my spot.  My pizza is ready. I’m officially “New York” now, eating and reading the newspaper.

Customers come and go; they order pizza and pasta. The place is busy as ever.  It’s in a nice location. Right at the top of the subway station. Location, location, location…

I make my way across 7th avenue and head to my destination; 13th and 8th.  But first I have to stop in Johnny Mack’s to pick up the keys. I’m staying at Joe’s apartment; he and I go way back.  Thanks Joe!

Johnny Mack’s has a few people sitting at the bar. I walk in, talk to the bartender Sarah while she hands me the keys.

“Wanna drink?” she asks politely.

“Nah, I’m good…”

I take the keys and head to the apartment.  After dropping off my bags I make my way up to the avenue.

Sanders is closed, I mean the Pavilion Theater.  There’s not a soul around.

Curling around the circle, walking past Connecticut Muffin there are a few people sitting outside chatting. I thought of cutting across through the circle but the traffic was like the Indy 500.

I cross the avenue and walk past Farrell’s; it’s packed inside. No one is hanging outside   My man Duffer is at the stick.  I pop in and chat with one of the good guys from the neighborhood.

Duffer’s been behind the bar at Farrell’s for 33 years.

Bars are part of the neighborhood. So far in 15 minutes I have been in more bars than I have been in the past five years.

It’s starts to rain so of course that fucks everything up. I had planned on walking around the hood to check things out.

I take shelter under Red’s Shoe Store awning.  Next door at Rae and Otto’s there’s a party going on. But Rae’s isn’t a candy store anymore. It’s a restaurant and they call it “Krupa’s Grocery.”  They kept the sign and everything.

“Good morning luv…”

Yo Ricky, what up kid?

Looks like they are getting ready for a grand opening. I have thoughts of crashing. Maybe when I was in my twenties, not now.

I chill out on the corner for about thirty minutes watching people walk by…I don’t recognize anyone. When someone walks past me they look at me and I look at them.

“What the fuck is this nut doing standing on the corner?” they must be thinking…

I have to focus in and do a double take. We used to hang out on the corner every night. There’s not a single person on any corner on the avenue.

Across the street in front of my old apartment there’s a lady sitting on a milk crate with three little dogs.

The rain stops. I hang a left on Windsor Place and make my way to the boys schoolyard at Holy Name…

-Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

FRIDAY NIGHT – SUPPER TIME

23 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by Steve in Blog, Pizza, Supper, TV

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Bike, Fish Cakes, Pizza, Supper, TV

It’s five-thirty, late afternoon-early evening.

Mom’s in the kitchen cooking dinner.   I’m on the couch watching TV, my sister is across the street in the girls schoolyard riding her bike.

“Can I go to Joe’s for pizza?” I ask her.

“No, I’m making dinner.”

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I shake my head and stare at the TV.  Every time I ask for money to go to Joe’s she says no.  I know exactly what she’s making tonight and I hate it.  We eat them every Friday night for supper.

“Get over here and take down the garbage.”

I ignore her.

“Hey mister, I’m talking to you!”

“You do it,” I say to her as I get up from the couch and walk to my bedroom.

Mom is pissed, she slams the big spoon that she uses to stir the beans down on the stove. It makes a loud noise.

I hated taking the garbage out.  We lived on the third floor, right over Bob’s Hardware store.  We didn’t have garbage cans in front of our house to put the bags of trash in, we just threw it on the sidewalk against the johnny pump.

Mom follows me to the bedroom.

“TAKE THAT GARBAGE DOWN, NOW!”

I ignore her again as I pick up a copy of basketball digest, my favorite magazine and begin reading.  I act like she’s not even there.

“OK, THAT’S HOW IT’S GONNA BE?” she says as she walks out of my room.

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I put the magazine down and look out the window.  Our windows in our apartment face Holy Name, I have a clear view into the girls schoolyard. The convent is directly across from us.   I spot my sister riding her bike across the yard; she’s showing off by riding with no hands as two of her friends are run alongside her.  There are two boys playing double-wall.

I stick my head out the window and hear mom downstairs calling across the street to my sister telling her dinner is ready.  Mom’s got a loud voice. She slams the garbage bag down on the ground, I hear a bottle smash inside the bag.

She’s pissed off.

I watch my sister leave the yard and ride to the corner of Windsor and ninth to wait for the green light.

At supper time the avenue is packed with traffic going in both directions.  I watch her cross on the green.

A few of my friends are going to Joe’s up on Prospect Avenue for dinner. Sometimes they go to Mom’s across the street and I really want to join them.  Frank’s down on seventh avenue and Prospect is always a frequent spot we like to go. At Joe’s they have a special on Friday’s; two slices and a coke for a dollar-fifty.  But mom is being a tight wad and not letting me go.

“GET OUT HERE, DINNER’S READY!” she screams through our railroad apartment.  I’m sure if you were standing outside our apartment downstairs on the sidewalk you could hear her.

I make my way out to the kitchen and see my sister sitting at the table.  Her face is dirty, as well as her hands.

“Can you bring my bike up?” she asks me as she takes a sip of orange soda from her glass.

I shoot her a look like, “you kidding me?”

“YEAH, GO DOWNSTAIRS AND BRING YOUR SISTER’S BIKE UPSTAIRS BEFORE SOMEONE STEALS IT!” Mom says as she places our plates down on the table.

I look at the food and it looks disgusting; fish cakes and beans.

Mom always piles brown beans on top of the cakes.  It always seems like she puts the whole can of beans on my plate.

I walk out of the apartment and down the two flights of stairs to grab the bike which is sitting in the hallway on the bottom floor.   Our landlady, Fanny hates it when we leave our bikes in the hallway.  I do it all the time. I hate carrying my bike all the way upstairs.

As I get to the bottom of the stairs I say, “fuck it, I’m outta here…”

Instead of bringing my sister’s bike upstairs and instead of eating dinner, I take off and head up to Joe’s.  Maybe someone will buy me a slice?

Respectfully,

Red

Hoops135@hotmail.com

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