FOREWORD YORK BGSU OHIO CITY STRONGSVILLE
BEGINNINGS THEOTA PEARL ROAD BALDWIN-WALLACE COLLEGE NURSING HOME DAYS
FAMILY HISTORY BROOKLYN BACK TO OLD BROOKLYN WELLINGTON BACK HOME IN STRONGSVILLE
TODDLER YEARS OLD BROOKLYN LIVING WITH ANGIE WEST 172ND STREET ROCKY RIVER DRIVE
ERWIN RIVERSIDE DOWNTOWN YEARS HOMELESS IN NORTH ROYALTON FINAL THOUGHTS
MALL 727 HOUSE & COTTAGE A LITTLE BIT OF PROSE ODDS & ENDS RADIO DAYS - LIFE BEHIND THE MIKE
 
'Could You Turn The Freaking Heat Up?'
 
   
 

The 1965 Rambler American Econocar with its six cylinder engine and automatic transmission was closer to what I basically wanted in utility transportation. I even liked the gauges better than the idiot lights found in most cars of that period - however, the car stalled on turns and mechanically it turned out to be a mess, I only kept it a few months.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dan and I were never meant to live together. But I sure as hell did not want to move back to Woburn Avenue! So when Dan made the offer to move in with him, I carefully weighed my options. On one hand, my father's screwy erratic behavior continued to drive me up the wall. And while it was worth it to stay on Riverside - there was really nothing attractive about moving to the house in Old Brooklyn. The place Dan had in mind was above a bar on Pearl Road at Delora in Old Brooklyn. On the positive side, the rooms were really big for a two bedroom and it was close to my job at Peaches Records and Tapes at the Pearlbrook Shopping Center - but that was about it. Dan had a knack for picking depressing places to live.

I was not Dan's first choice, his friend Raymond Zwick from James Ford Rhodes High School was. Both were interested in becoming detectives and working together. However, I'm sure Ray took one look at the place and decided that he didn't want to live in a place that was one step up from a flop house! They would remain friends, but living in a dump with Dan didn't appeal to him. So, unable to find anyone else he felt comfortable with, Dan sweet-talked me into it! It was one of the very few times Dan felt he'd better not get on my case. He needed me purely to help him offset the rent on the place. Dan never showed any proof of what he was paying for the rent, nor what the utilities and telephone cost. I have a very suspicious feeling I ended up paying three quarters of the monthly rent!

At the time I moved in with Dan, it was late summer. Dan was working as an office manager at Brooklyn Heating and Cooling as an office manager. Their building was right next to the bar Dan and I lived above. Dan had got into a fight with his bosses at O'Leary Assurance at the Erieview Plaza. In the process, he threw away a good career and a beautiful office in the upper part of the structure overlooking Lake Erie...dahhh! So now, he found himself working in an HVAC shop in a non-descript old building with no view whatsoever. Dan had hired a firm to find a better job - willing to move anywhere in the country to get it. Months would go by before his eventual success. Dan was barely holding his own at the "mom and pop" HVAC repair shop. Dan wanted to be "king of the hill", but ended up taking his order's from the repairman's wife!

When I asked Dan if I could use the refrigerator, he told me it wasn't working! So I asked about having it fixed - he said he wouldn't put the money into it. What about the landlord? Wasn't his problem! So I had to subsist (not kidding) on raisons and oatmeal and dried Lipton Cup-A-Soups made using my little hot pot from college! Dan would have his dinner in the bar below or what he bought from a fast food joint - and there would be no sharing - except for an occasional small bottle of Heublines Cream Mix Liquors.