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7 DECADES OF ADVENTURES/DISCOVERIES CALLED LIFE   Leave a comment

       

                              1962-MARCH 1966                                    Early 1968     

The ending of my 3rd decade of life and the beginning of my 4th sort of blend together.  I have, more than once, wrote about being on the verge of suicide in March of 1967 and then my life turning around when I joined Weight Watchers but I haven’t really spoken about the people in my life around that time.


 

I met Joan and Addie through my Weight Watchers classes and they became friends with Bernie, Ronnie and me. We all loved eating out and became regulars at : Pilgrims, Candlelight, Act 1, Boondock, Aldos, 5 Oaks Fedora’s and the Tip Toe Inn. I wonder if any of them exist but then again I have know idea if Joan and Addie are still around, but that’s another blog.

They, along with Ronnie, were 100% against me going to Memphis with Bernie and not having anything in writing and, if you read my previous blogs, you know they were right. When I made the decision to move there–I had nothing to lose. After spending the July 4, 1969, weekend there–I came back, told them my decision and that it was imperative that I learn to drive. Yes, at 31 I didn’t know how to drive because, in Miami Beach and New York, public transportation was a blessing.

I will never, ever forget Joan taking me to Wall Street on a Sunday afternoon–it was so quiet there it was almost eerie–and giving me my first driving lesson in her VW bug. It being a stick shift need I tell you about all the grinding of the gears, using my two feet  and stumbling all over the place. After about 10 minutes Joan said that was enough and she would pay for my driving lessons!! That didn’t happen as it took 2 days in a church parking lot during the week in Memphis with automatic everything and I got my driver’s license.

Joan and Addie lived in a condo (or was it a co-op?) on 7th Avenue near 14th street and we became quite close. I don’t remember the last time I spoke to Joan but I spoke to Addie in the 1980s when she was down on a visit to see her mother, though I am not sure if that is correct. I do know I haven’t spoken or  seen them in over 30 years. I did the facebook search but got nowhere.


Ronnie and I remained friends even coming to Miami Beach in 1968 for a vacation  celebrating my weight loss. The third member of the ‘3 gay caballeros’ was Joe, who worked with us at The Brass Rail, was in the closet and married. After all these years dare I mention his last name? I did that FB search again but nothing happened and it is 44 years later so I don’t think I am risking anything but the possibility of us connecting again so here goes. Joe Dorcette would go out to eat with us or the theatre when he could. He was a ‘camp and a half’ always having us in stitches and was outrageous cruising guys in public no matter where we went and at the same time making the straightess of guys laugh along with, not at, him.

Getting back to facebook–I have NEVER had luck searching for people via them and I have tried. There were so many people who were good to and for me back in those years such as Mary Culleton, Toni Bove, Marilyn Rubenstein, Fred Silver the pianist, Charle, Fred, just to mention a few people that I can see in my head today and bring me such pleasure in having known them. Where are they? What has happened to them? Will I ever know?

And then there was Alex who Bernie and I met in the New York Museum of History and became our roommate.

(To be continued)

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“Move forward

with optimism and growth,

and realize your future

with hope, courage

and determination. “

(Maria’s cards)


Posted May 31, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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7 DECADES ADVENTURES/DISCOVERIES CALLED LIFE PART 4D   Leave a comment

     

It was my first night of work at The Brass Rail, which was on the corner of 49th Street and 7th Avenue just north of the Palace Theatre, and the manager called a waiter over, told him to train me and then introduced me to Ronnie. We immediately hit it off and it was only an hour later that he told the manager that I was ready to have my own station though I wasn’t quite sure of the menu, that I handled the front of the house as the pro I obviously was. I’m not exactly sure of the date I started there but it was probably right after the World’s Fair which would make it 1965. Over the next 4 years Ronnie and I were like brothers doing everything together except having sex. We got drunk, ate out in the best restaurants in New York, went cruising up to a point at which we would separate.

After work a group of us servers would go around the corner to a Chinese restaurant, have a few drinks and some appetizers up until about 11 PM when Mary would leave to go back to her family in Queens, Durinka would leave, Joe, who was in the closet would some times go cruising with us and the rest would do whatever they did after work. Most times Ronnie and I would go over to Downey’s put $5 each on the bar and Frank, the bartender, an ‘old’ Irishman with throat cancer, would serve us drinks, not charging us and then taking our 5 dollar bills and thanking us for the tips.

Ronnie and I were both theatre geeks and we saw so many shows–back then previews cost $5-7 and we went to those on our days off–that unless I google them I can’t tell you the year I saw them or with Pepe or Ronnie but I think the majority were with the latter . Some of the shows we saw were: Fiddler on the Roof, How To Succeed in Business, Man of La Mancha, Hair, Funny Girl, Cabaret, I Do, I Do, Sweet Charity, Stop The World I want to Get Off, Mame, Hello Dolly, Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf and, remember this title, Persecution and Prosecution of Marat as performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under The Direction of the Marat De Sade–more about the shows we saw in a future blog about 1967!

Ronnie lived in an old apartment building in the 50s off 8th avenue, where Paul Newman and Piper Laurie filmed scenes for The Hustler, that was called The House Of Pansies–bet you can figure out why!! There was one New Year’s Eve that he threw a party for a motorcycle club that would make you blush if I went into details–it still makes me blush!

One night walking home from work to where I lived on West 75th Street off Central Park so I could change before we went out Ronnie and I heard what we thought were Barbra Streisand records. We knew she was doing a concert the next night there and we figured it was fans getting there early to get up close to the stage and we decided to walk in. There was Streisand rehearsing, making sure everything was just right including the flow of her dress, exactly where she was on stage and every step she took. It was amazing and though we weren’t thinking of fighting the crowd to see her we were there the next day!

We were both working the night of the first big blackout in New York in 1965. The Brass Rail closed early as they sold out all their food very quickly. Ronnie and I left, stopping at a few bars which were just pouring free drinks for all the customers. It was a fun, calm night in the city nothing like what happened almost a decade later when there was city wide looting and crimes

I have so many memories Of Ronnie sharing moments like that with me but since he was also involved, very much so, in the beginning of my 4th decade I’ll leave some of the rest for the next chapter.


 

(To be continued)

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“Wake at dawn

with a winged heart

and give thanks

for another day of loving.”

Rumi

(Maria’s cards)

Posted May 30, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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MOTHER NATURE, FLOWERS, TREES, FORT LAUDERDALE NE 20TH AVENUE   Leave a comment

  

      

     

       

 

    

 

      

 

   

 

   

 

       

    

      

This hibiscus has all 3 colors: pink, yellow and red

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If you can’t be in awe of Mother Nature, there’s something wrong with you.
Alex Trebek

 

 

 

 

Posted May 30, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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“THE SOUND OF MY VOICE”–A MOVIE REVIEW   Leave a comment

Is Maggie (Brit Marling) a 23 year old woman from the year 2054 or is she a scam artist on the run from the FBI?  Is 8 year old Abigail (Avery Pohl) her mother? And why, and with what, does her father inject her foot with every night?  Does each member, of what might be a cult, really have to learn that handshake that is so complicated were the actors chosen only by those who could accomplish it?

 

Peter (Christopher Denham) and Lorna (Nicole Vicius) are a young couple in California who are would be filmmakers. They are planning to join a cult and make a film exposing it to the point that Peter swallows a radio transmitter to make recordings of what is said. They, and supposedly 7-8 others are put through a ruse each time they come to the meeting of being blindfolded, driven for 20 minutes, get naked and shower and then putting on robes before they get into that handshake and taken to a room where they meet Maggie. She wears a robe with a shawl and hoodie, is attached to an oxygen machine, eats food grown by her followers and has their blood sent into her body via various tubes for protein. At other times there is no oxygen tank in sight.

 

At the beginning we go through psychology 101 where she has them vomit up, literally, their problems followed by, maybe, Peter being drawn in by her and foolishly agreeing to doing something that can cause him all sorts of problems. Peter seems to be more taken in by Maggie than Lorna is which causes them problems as a couple.

 

Out of nowhere the camera moves to a woman (Davenia McFadden) on an airplane coming into Los Angeles, checking into a hotel, carrying all sorts of paraphernalia and then we go back to the cult meeting. In another 10-15 minute sequence there is a woman showing Lorna how to shoot a gun which, as far as I can tell, has nothing to do with the movie just as Peter stopping his car to urinate and, as far as I can tell, uses an asthma inhaler means anything except to extend the movie to 84 minutes.

 

The director, Zal Batmanglij, who wrote the screenplay with Brit Marling,  doesn’t really do anything to hide the cheap production values

 

If you are a movie goer who likes  the ending to tie up all the loose threads this one will only leave you confused with a lot of questions.

 

PS If you see the movie please come back and tell me what the title has to do with the movie–thank you.

Posted May 29, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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7 DECADES OF ADVENTURES AND DISCOVERIES CALLED LIFE PART 4 C   Leave a comment

“New York, New York, It’s A Wonderful Town” and it was in the mid to late 60s. My life was spent in restaurants, either eating or working in them , bars, movies, theatres and/or ‘den of iniquities’ .

I had so many favorite restaurants to eat in but the one that topped them all, and still does, is Marchi’s , which opened in 1930 and has served the same bill of fare ever since consisting of 5 courses, which are really, 7-8, and each better than the last. To give you an idea the last course is a platter of fruit, another platter of cheese and a lemon fritter, but you aren’t finished yet as they bring out a tower of Cristolis.

This is their card which I took in 1965 and have kept ever since! Inside it tells you all about the restaurant since the day the converted a brownstone into a fabulous place to eat. Don’t plan to do anything else that evening.


Among many other restaurants I loved were: Paddy’s Clam House on 34th Street just west of Macy’s, world famous for their cheesecake Lindy’s, Dempsey’s, the Stage Deli for a Hymie’s Special, the tourist trap called Momma Leone’s that was great, the 5 Oaks in the Village, Luna’s in Little Italy, one of the first ‘completely gay’ restaurants was on 8th Street east of 5th Avenue (sorry, I don’t remember the name) and a Spanish restaurant not far from there where a legend to be, Barbra Streisand, sat next to us, a seafood house on 3rd Avenue in the 50s, Gallagher’s Steakhouse in the theatre district, Downey’s, Joe Allen’s, Sun Luck Gourmet, Dan Dowd’s, The Slate on 11th Avenue, Hell’s Kitchen area, The Brassiere and who could forget the Automat? Another restaurant, and once again I forget the name, that was on the east side , was where I had buffalo, venison and all sorts of wild game for the first time. When you have a couple of hours I’ll tell youafewmore.


When I wasn’t eating in restaurants I was working in them and I had a few memorable jobs. One of them was at the Gas Pavillion at the World’s Fair in 1964 in Flushing where as a waiter I cooked table side, yes on a gas cart! The fair ran for two six-month seasons, April 22–October 18, 1964 and April 21–October 17, 1965 and it was during the former time that Flo visited me and Pepe and if you look at the previous blog you will see it was cold!

Another was Dan Stampler’s Steak Joint on Greenwich Avenue in the Village where I waited on Diahann Carroll, who was absolutely stunning, and her boyfriend at the time David Frost. I worked in the 5 star Four Seasons Restaurant on 52nd Street where I saw things happen in the kitchen that I still don’t believe I saw! There was the lunch job at Miller’s on Wall Street where the tips were pretty bad and the Ham ‘N Eggs on the west side in the 50s where I waited on Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward–yes, he was a good tipper–funny what you remember and what you don’t. There was the Ad Lib on 45th (or was it 47th?) Street and Madison (or was it Lexington?) Avenue which was small, upscale and got a very snobbish crowd. It was also where I connected with Dan Dowd’s steakhouse and when I returned to Fort Lauderdale in 1979 I was able to get a job at his restaurant there.

My last job as a waiter in New York was at the Brass Rail which I was going to talk about here but will wait until Part D, as this is too long as it is, because it is where I met Ronnie who became very close to me–no, not that way! We became drinking, eating, cruising and theatre buddies who did outrageous ‘only in New York’ things.

(To be continued)

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“To be a star

you must shine your own light,

follow your own path,

and don’t worry

about the darkness,

for that is when the

stars sine brightest.”

(Maria’s card)

 

 

 

Posted May 28, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

LOOKING AT, NOT LIVING IN, THE PAST   Leave a comment

  
High School Graduation 1952

At 76 years of age the mind is full of memories and it is sort of a battle to keep the past away and live in your present. I don’t live in my past but I do think about it when I hear a voice or smell an aroma or  I see something that sort of gives me a flashback to 20, 40 or even 60 years ago. I’ll read a blog someone writes about music and it will touch off memories or like someone had as their topic “Little things mean a lot” and I’ll think of that old song that was such a big hit in ‘my’ time and that will set off a slew of memories.

I am about halfway through my series of “7 Decades of Adventures and Discoveries” I write a different part every other day and I go back to the past through looking at photographs of which I have thousands over the years, but for some reason only have my graduation picture from my teen years. Though I have pictures when I was in the Marines the last 2 years of my teens I don’t think of myself as a teenager at that time.) I, also, have diaries from 1967 though I have kept diaries since I was 10 I lost about 20 of them along the way.


1947 backyard of our summer home in Lake Hiawatha, New Jersey

Last night, just for fun, I picked a date in 1967, looked up what I was doing and then looked at the same date over 30 years. I could see all the changes I went through during those years and the people I knew, some remembered, many forgotten, shows and movies I had been to and with whom, people I had gotten ‘involved’ with and all remembered, trips I had taken, jobs I had and places I had lived.  It was a wild ‘trip’ and I might share it in a future blog–no, not all 30 years!!!


December 1944–My older brother’s Bar Mitzvah at the Essex House in Manhattan

That was then and this is now and I keep them completely apart but it is sort of a mental game remembering all that has happened in my life and I can see all the steps that it took to make me who I am today.

I tell every ‘kid’–that is anyone under 30 but it is not to late too start no matter how old you are–to keep a diary. Use your blogs to write about your life day to day and you can get as personal as you want if you keep one blog site as yours, not letting anyone know where it is, or as horrifying as it may sound keep a written, private diary. Should you decide to do it as a blog print it out every 6 months because even if you save it on your Internet you could ‘lose’ it.

Take pictures everyday, of your friends, people you meet, restaurants you go to, your family, places you go–sure you’ll be told you are ‘a pain in the ass’ but in 2033 when you see yourself with your arm around ‘Jack” you’ll be glad you were a pain in the ass!

I have forgotten so much and wish I had written in more detail and I did it for me, not for anyone to read in the future–actually I have told my heirs to burn my diaries, pictures and erase all my blogs because a lot could be embarrassing to others not to mention myself! I tell a lot in my blogs but not all–that is for my diaries!

Okay, why are you reading this–go take a picture of the world right outside your window so in 2033 you can tell people that don’t know what hot or cold or snow or rain is because ‘back in 2012 it was a lot worse and I have proof!’

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“Books are the legacies that a great genius

leaves to mankind, which are delivered down

from generation to generation as presents

to those who are not yet born.”

Joseph Addison, 1672-1719 English Essayist

(From the Complete Pocket Positives)


Posted May 27, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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A LITTLE BIT HERE & A LITTLE BIT THERE   Leave a comment

     

 

                           BEFORE               picmonkey.com           AFTER

 

      

                        PURPLE                   JACARANDAS                   RED

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If I haven’t done  what I wanted to do by now I won’t be doing it.

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“They”—Republicans—scream, rant and rave 24/7 against Obama and Democrats (and then they are sweet to us individually!) and yet they say I’m angry because I call them rude and crude–and then they block me!{#rofl.gif} {#rofl.gif}

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This is outside my dentist’s office–not too shabby.

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“Keep in your soul

a friendly thought,

in your heart a friendly song.”

Frank S. Whitney

Posted May 26, 2012 by greatmartin in Uncategorized

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