Sunday, March 8, 2009

Davey Jones Welcomes Yorkville Men to His Locker, Deep Beneath the Sea





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"Get the camera."

They lied. They lied about the cooler being sturdy. They lied about the boat.

"No, no, no," the Collins Avenue Notions Store salesman said, "the cooler holds a case of beer loaded with ice, and that's an eight man boat. It'll handle seven easy."

Not true!

There were six of us in the boat when Karl dove in. Whether it was his fault or not, Karl got the blame. Our Uber boat went kaput. It happened within an hour of our checking into the Tropicana oceanfront resort motel in Miami Beach on spring break 1974.

We drove from Yorkville in a tiny car we rented from a circus clown and a Volkswagen Bus we borrowed from someone's cousin without telling the cousin. We did 1300 miles down I95 in two days, stopping in Atlanta the night Al Downing gave up #715 to Hank Aaron.

The cooler, the boat, we needed to photograph the evidence. Above, me and Eddie, 30 seconds after the cooler incident.

Hours into our stay, things looked grim. We were down a boat and a cooler, but after driving the eastern seaboard nothing could deter our loopy excitement over meeting wild girls.

more later...
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~ My Cornelia Street Cafe reading is coming up quick ~
~Wednesday, March 18th @ 6pm ~

I'm reading first, it's starting sharp @ 6pm, so please come on time.
http://www.corneliastreetcafe.com/

I'm treating you to a few beverages to thank you for reading my stuff and to acknowledge I'm one year older. thanks, Tommy
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