Summer In
The City: Hot and Painful
As I went
into the neighborhood dive on a sidestreet in Cedarhurst, I did notice Ruby
wasn’t there but ‘Denny’ was.
Apparently
I forgot that Ruby was on Vacation somewhere in the northeast with a lady
friend chasing ‘beefcake’ and drinking.
(If anyone deserves a vacation its Ruby, between patrons stripping,
police raids and ‘family guys’ looking to collect on ‘loans’ to friends of the
establishment, Ruby was very, very frazzled).
It was a hot
Thursday Afternoon when I ate my lunch in the empty bar and Denny was reading ’50
Shades Of Grey’ (no, I didn’t ask).
After a discussion on politics and history, Old Pete, the sanitation guy,
strolled in for his afternoon libation. It was in discussing bars and who would go to
them I found out one of the bartenders who worked at the sidestreet was the
daughter of the owner of the Purple Frog
in Lynbrook (once a cool place to hang out).
After eating
lunch I left to visit Reeta at Game On.
It was a real cool thing to do for a guy just floating around on a
Thursday Afternoon because being on the road was dangerous. Teeny boppers driving Mercedes, Lexus and new
Mustangs were running people off the road and causing road rage while elderly
drivers observed the road with horror, driving as if in a funeral procession.
While at the
Game, I found out from Reeta that it was Develynn’s birthday. Develynn was there with Bud and they wanted to celebrate.
Bossman (aka Woodro) sent a platter of
sandwiches for Develynn along with all kinds of delicious side dishes. Not to be outdone and always looking for an
opportunity to grill, Big Bro grilled some steak he had marinating since the 4th
of July. Poppy J lets Big Bro (aka ‘Big
B’) store all kinds of goodies at the Game.
While all
the locals, the kids and the dregulars materialized out of thin air, they all
complained about the driving and how Merrick Rd. from Horton to Central had
become a NASCAR qualifying drag strip (not as fun as the drag strip off of
Route 440 in Blount, Tennessee). When
the choppers flew overhead and started circling I did wonder if someone
violated parole again. But it was worse.
A special
report came on the news that an Elderly person drove their car into the Dunkin’
Donuts in Valley Stream, injuring 6, one critically who had to be air lifted to
the hospital. The roads got
progressively worse as the day turned to night and the police were nowhere to
be seen. Meanwhile, the party continued
and the crowd mellowed out.
Krizz’ee saw
the crowd and couldn’t wait to get started as Reeta was finishing up her day
which got crazy when Bossman (Woodro) and his wife Amy showed up with the rest
of the crowd.
As barelegged young girls
in daisy dukes and sheer halter tops that worked overtime to contain jiggling
tits, wandered in from the pool hall next door, a loud thud echoed as the sun
went down.
Nobody inside noticed, nobody
outside, who was smoking and joking cared.
Then a siren
was heard off in the distance, then several sirens, then fire trucks and
ambulances were running vehicles off the road (payback). About a half hour later Stan D. (a patron, a
midweek regular) came into the Game, he was shaking, pale white and totally
upset. Reeta served her last drink of
the day to Stan and asked him what was wrong.
Stan started slowly and everybody got quiet as he spoke.
Stan said, “I
was there, I saw it! I was driving my
van west on Merrick just past Rockaway and this white SUV crossed over into the
other lane and ran over this guy on his Harley, he was sitting at the red light
waiting to go and this guy in the white SUV just ran his ass over, he was
pinned under his bike.” Reeta asked, “He
couldn’t get the bike off of him.”
Stan said, “No
way, the SUV was on top of the bike! I
jumped out of my van and ran to the man under the bike, the guy driving the SUV
wanted to move his vehicle and the biker, I screamed, ‘NO’ don’t do anything
until the fire department gets here, we might paralyze the guy if we move
anything. The poor son of a bitch was
screaming in absolute agony even after the EMT’s and the fire department got
there, they med-evac the guy out….I don’t know if he’s gonna make it.”
Stan started
to shudder even more as he tried to hold back some tears thinking about what he
saw and the trauma it put him in, let alone the victim.
Isley bought
Stan a drink as everyone started to talking about the piss poor driving going
on and how law enforcement goes after the wrong people.
Some commented that ‘the law’ doesn’t show up
until there is damage to wade through or bodies to sort out. I just knew I had to get the fuck home and
drove like I had six eyes. Thank God I
did.
As I turned
from the highway down Broadway in Lynbrook, a man ran out of the Twin Harps Bar
right into the street backwards into the path of my car.
I swerved into the oncoming lane and missed
him as he held his cell phone to his head.
He didn’t even notice me until he turned around to see me at a complete
stop looking at him like the asshole he was.
His friends snatched him out of the street. No cops.
It sure
enough is summer in the city. Innocent
people are getting hurt as stupid people pay the price. Do drive carefully and if you’re hanging out
call a cab.
RJ











