ISH, another true story, its 1969 Im 16 years old and go to work for Eddies liquor store on the corner of 12th and Park Ave, my Dad would order from there all the time, now think about this, back in the day teenagers were allowed to deliver liquor by foot through the streets of Hoboken, boy have times changed. Anyway Eddie tells be to deliver a case of beer and a gallon bottle of wine to some apartment building on 11th and Hudson, so Im walking this delivery up to Hudson St. carrying this order on my trusty handtruck, I ring the doorbell down in the lobby and say delivery from Eddies liquor, I get an answer back saying they didnt order anything. Now this is the time of no cell phones, and payphones in Hoboken were few and far between, so the only option I had was to bring the order back to the store, besides the order I was carrying $20 dollars in change, one dollar was in coins, again this was the 60s, credit cards, not back then. I get about a hlf a block from the store, its about 7pm so its dark, I am right in front of the deli between 12th and Park and Garden I think it was called Muellers, I may be wrong there. I happened to look over my right shoulder and see this guy running in the street towards me, as he got closer I can see hes wearing pantyhose on his head, I think to myself this cant be good. He stops me and pulls a knife and sticks it towards my stomach and says give me all the money in your pocket which I complied with, now he didnt take the beer, wine, or the handtruck which was probably worth more than the $19 in bills I handed over to him, for some reason I didnt give him the dollar in change. I dont remember getting back to the store, but I believe I was probably sent home, Eddie saw that I was upset. I dont remember what was said at home that night I got home, but the next day I remember sitting in the back seat of a Hoboken Police Department detective car with my Dad sitting next to me, there are two dectives sitting in the front seat, they start asking me questions about the whole ordeal, the conversation starts to develop that they, the detectives, believe I may have been part of the whole robbery. My Dad interrupts the detectives, tells me to get out of the car and wait outside, now I can hear my Dad yelling at the two of them saying how dare they infer I might have been involved, he gets out of the car slams the door and both of us walk the block home to 1130 Willow Ave, I dont remember him saying anything to me, I dont know if he ever had a conversation with the liquor store owner but he never ordered from there again nor did I ever work there. I never talked to my Dad about this again nor did I ever thank him for standing up for me, one of the regrets I have now that hes gone. Thanks Dad for so much, the lesson you taught me that day will always be in my heart, I love you.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 03:09:34 +0000
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