Friday, August 05, 2016
Dave was so tall at such a young age, he made his own father
look small.
In the school yard at number 11, he stood out like a giant,
though it didn’t help that he had been left back so many times he should have
been graduating junior high by the time he finally managed to get out of sixth
grade.
He wasn’t stupid. He just didn’t do well with books or the
kind of regiment public school required.
I’m not sure of what he might have been good at, only that he
was rarely happy until the bell rang and he made the long climb up the Lakeview
Avenue hill to his house near Crooks and Vernon avenues a half mile away.
The walk was always wrought with trauma and humiliation
since he bore a crush on my next door neighbor, Susan Brett.
She hated him, and came to hate me when I befriended him.
This grew in intensity over the years so that by the time we
were all in junior high school together, she felt we stalked her, although in
truth, we merely taunted her.
In fact, we rarely saw her inside or outside school in
Junior high, but made a ritual of passing her locker every day and dropping a
penny through one of the slots.
This so infuriated her that she actually reported us to the
principal, claiming we had broken into her locker and stolen her books, which
we had not.
By that time, Dave and I were doing our Blues Brother bit
before there was actually a Blues Brothers. We wore suits and ties, and paraded
through the school pretending we were among the intellectual elite, when in
truth, we were the biggest pranksters in the school.
We perpetually taunted the cool people, and the thugs, which
of course, made us targets of abuse. Dave for all his size was a wimp, and so
when it came to a fight I was generally on my own, having to defend the crap
that came out of my mouth.
I don’t think Dave ever got over Sue, although he paid me
dearly when he found out my bedroom window was directly across from hers, and
sometimes, she did not always close her shade when she got undressed. This
hardly improved my relationship with Sue when she found out that I invited Dave
and others to what amounted to a peep show – a profitable enough venture that I
did not have to steal pocket change to pay for my cigarette habit. This source
of revenue, however, dried up once she found out, and made curtain the shade
stayed closed.
She certainly didn’t understand Dave’s affection, seeing him
as a buffoon, which perhaps he was. But even when she was her meanest, he
retained his affection for her, always wishing for more than he got, willing to
accept even her abuse when he could not get affection.
He eventually moved out of the neighborhood and out of her
life, taking up a life of his own with eventual wife and kids, and a job as a
mechanic. Sue moved to California for a time – although her family remained in
the house next of mine until after I went off onto my life of crime. I don’t
know when they sold, but I never heard from them or her again – although rumor
said she returned to New Jersey to take up a married life.
Dave, too, vanished into the foothills of the Pocono
Mountains, the last refuge of blue collar people driven out of places like
Paterson by crime and out of the suburbs by a high cost of living.
To this day, I’m sure, he still thinks of Sue and wonders if
life might have been different if she had loved him as much as he loved her.
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