New Years Memories

one of my oddest recollections of New Years Eve came in November of 1984. Myself and Steve Mac spent an 8 hour shift in O'Keefes (nee Remson Street & Court). Mac was enrolled at Kingsborough but decided to spend the Day in Terrier land....I had already dropped out of college and was just looking to put a Tuesday afternoon Bag on as opposed to reporting to work at My Plastic Factory job on Smith and 9th ( Henry J Fuchs & Son).

so me and crackerjack spent the day drinking pitchers of BEER and watching the Price Is Right and reading the NY Post and awaiting wayward strangers from the College of Knowledge to happenstance by.....around 4:00 we decided to head back to the Ridge...I opted to take my indestructible MUG with me as i left....we stopped at the deli on Court....this was the golden Age of Brooklyn, Before Bodegas became part of our vernacular.........yesiree delis........we picked up a six of Bud Pint Cans for the short trek to 209 and got on the subway........of course both being 7 sheets to the wind we got on a train headed in the opposite direction.....Whitehall Street should have been our first clue that we were going the wrong way , but it was not until Rector Street that we figured it out......upon departing the train i made the ill suited decision to punch the train window for going the wrong way....luckily I chose the hand that was holding a mug of Anhausers finest and the window shattered..i still bare a tiny scar under my right thumb.....

so now we are still carrying a few cans of beer and I am bleeding profusely all over my nice white ND Sweatshirt that Mike Gilmore from the DAC had given me, and we emrge from the subway caverns onto Church Street......rather than crossing that mammouth street and getting back on a train headed home , we instead decided to have a few pops on the Isle of Manhattan.....we were strangely turned away by two public houses , they told us there were private parties going on .......PRIVATE PARTIES ?

Mac deduced that it must be New Years Eve if there were private parties going on ......so we stood by the cemetery gates of Trinity church at 5:00 in the evening on or about November 1st and we drank a beer , sang Auld Lang Syne, and toasted the NEW Year......

Ah Memories.......

we did eventually make it to Slapsticks and eventually Fanuks , i was administered first aide by a lovely young lady who probably would rather i not mention her by name in this blog, and we ALL celebrated New years......well not everyone, but me and Mac kept wishing everybody Happy New Years.....but in November of 1984....for me and Mac....that wasn't all that strange