Steve Sherry's The Vagabonds of '74

Essex Catholic Senior Year 1971

Early '74 Montclair, New Jersey, Alf a most unusual friend
Cedar Grove, New Jersey my little town....Miss Munches House, Newberry's, Cedar Grove Pool
Hitchhiking To Albuquerque 1972, The Commune and Krishnamurti, University of New Mexico
Seeing Badfinger At Carnegie Hall, The Dugout, McSorely's Ale House
Seeing Bob Dylan, "The Poet Lad" At Madison Square Garden
South End Pizzeria, Van Gogh and Plans for California
Jersey Shore Recollections, Summer of '71. St. Louis, The Gateway of the West, The Road to Colorado
Rocky Mountain Panorama, Problems with the Pinto, Ritchfield Utah???
California! Lennon's Lost Weekend, Venice Beach, Malibu
Pacific Coast Highway, Panoramic Visions and the Magic Carpet Ride To Santa Barbara
San Francisco, The Shelter, The Warf and the Hole in the Wall Hotel
Sacramento, Jumping A Train? Wierd But True, The Shock of My Life
Oblivion, Reno, Good Samaritans and The Ghosts of Woody Guthrie, James Dean and Tom Joad
A Night In The Can in Kansas
University of Kansas at Lawrence and The Doobie Brothers
True Meditation Foundation of Human Understanding, "How Your Mind Can Keep You Well"
Vagabonds of '74 Part 2: Old Friend Ollie, Meeting Veronica, The Suburban in Montclair
BOSTON, The Leap of Faith and A Night in a Shelter
Sleeping in a Newspaper Truck, Cambridge Hippies and No Turning Back
Squatter's Rights: 269 BROADWAY, Furnishing Our Hippie Pad
269 BROADWAY becomes Miss Dale's Farm
California Hippies Arrive. Free Food from The Docks, Strange Encounters
Kenmore Square Blood Bank
Leonard Cohen, Patron Saint, Ali Defeats Foreman and the Great Squash Fight of '74
Vivid Visitors from New Jersey,
The Invasion of Boston University, Taking Over The Dorm
Jonathan Swifts, Harvard Square and The Sugar Shortage
Beacon Hill Gulf Gas Station and Reflections Atop The Longfellow Bridge
Christmas 1974 in Montclair, Returning to Cambridge, "13th Floor Panarama"
Bandages, Canes, Barroom Brawls and Spontaneous Conversation
Meeting Leonard Cohen
The Beginning Of The End and Saying Goodbye
Vagabonds of 74 Epilogue
Essex Catholic Memories: Crosby, Stills & Nash, Marty Liquori, Mark Murro, City Stadium, St. Benedicts, Dylan, Positively 4th St.
The Essex Catholic Wrestling Team 1971: 8 District Champs, Ting A Lings, Hitting the Town....
Essex Catholic Teachers and Students, Br. Harrington, Mr. Lamb, Mr. Taglieri, Mr. Zarro, Simon and Garfunkel
Random Events at Essex Catholic 1967-1971: Stuff Happens! Bomb Scare, JUG!, Abbey Road
Essex Catholic Senior Year 1971: World Trade Center Rising, The Staircase from "A Hard Days Night?" Meditation, MySpace: "Jersey Shore," Crosby, Stills and Nash Epilogue
The Jersey Shore: May, 2011 Brielle....Sea Girt....Introspection On The Sand.....
Essex Catholic Memories 2012

 A few Scattered Gems....
 New Post 5/25/2015
A Bike Ride to Newark......
I went for a Bike Rile on Memorial Day
 down Bloomfield Ave all the way to Newark
I'd thought about going to Newark for a while
on my Bick so I just let it happen.....
At my age it's a bit of an effort.......  
Dowd're gunna be 39 soon too...!!!  
I thought I mite peddle by Essex Catholic even though
it's an Elderly Care pleas now......
I thought there might be some old friends
there that had been sent to Juk
and might need a little cheering up 
just though I'd stop and say hellow ......
But when I got near Brandgbrook Park
I decided to peddle pact the Old Houses nearby .....
so the old neighborhood........
Lost of memories...... 
Driving home after school ......
or playing baseball in the park.......
 Pedaling along, people waking by......
Older men siting and taking.....people walking dogs....
some just sitting in there cars..... 
It was like a dream......Newark has Mellowed out.....
I took it slow, tacking it all in......
The place where we plaid Sonftball
lots of Events many years ago .....
I peddles on past a group of older men
siting and talking  
It was a different world....
I took it slow and said hello as I past by
It was like being in a dream
Newark was mellow.......
after that I slowly made it back home.....
feeling as if a little bit of the Past hat been restored.....     

Driving over 2nd Avenue or waiting for the light on Mt. Prospect, I'd often ponder the progress of                                       The World Trade was directly across from Essex Catholic.

When it was being built it was draped in scaffolding and sheets and with each passing semester it rose a little....

I used to think "Wow, that thing will be there for the next hundred years and we watched it being built!"

I also remember myself and other students staring wistfully out of classroom windows taking in the view at the end of a long day......what was the essence of the world???  What would the future hold.....?

It wasn't a very picturesque view, more like a snapshot of a nineteenth century city and factories.... 

Essex Catholic was always bitter sweet for me. I made friends with some good people and I learned to Wrestle but it was supposed to teach me something else, something I could take out into the world.....something that would never desert me.....but that wouldn't come until years later.....  

On  the side, toward the back of Essex Catholic was a large outdoor stairwell that rose several stories. It reminded me of the staircase that The Beatles ran down to get to the open field in "A Hard Days Night."
 Sometimes I would stare up at it and seemed to embody some kind of freedom..... something I was looking for on a level I didn't quite grasp.....

By Senior year I was ready to leave Essex Catholic. I was disillusioned and weary and unhappy with my life. Unlike most students I had no concrete plans. I'd been accepted at college but that was not to be.....

I didn't want to learn any more History or French or Math....
I wanted to find what life was all about, the Bottom Line.....In the ensuing years I almost died trying but I did succeed.


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Amazingly, 40 years have passed......

My life has been an adventure that unfolded with great perils and rewards.....

In the ensuing years I've lived in New Jersey and California and drove across country many times ...
These days I'm thankful for the simple things and look with great concern where we are headed as a nation...... 

Oh yeah.....about Crosby, Stills and Nash.....(continued from first page "Spring of 1970") 

Somewhere back in the 80's I was at Newark Airport 
and standing on line a few people in front of me was
none other than Stephen Stills.
He had on a baseball cap and no one else recognized him.
When his companion approached and said
"Stephen, lets go get a drink," I knew for sure it was him....

A couple years later I was at a yard sale in Montclair
and bought David Crosby's Bio "Long Time Gone."  
Later, I was in California selling at the Rose Bowl Flea Market
when I recognized the lady standing at my table as David Crosby's wife, Jan.

Having just read the book and seen her picture in it, (very distinct looking lady)
I said "I just read the book" and we began to talk.

"Is David here? I asked.

"No, but Graham is," (she had accompanied Graham and his wife) 
and the next thing I know, Graham Nash is walking over to my table.
We talked about old photos which he collects
and I steered him over to a guy that sold stereoscopic pictures.
I was to bump into him at the Rose Bowl once or twice after that.

Then in 1999 I was in the Santa Ynez Valley near Santa Barbara at a grocery store.
As my food is being rung up I look at the guy in back of me and it's David Crosby!
He was standing there with a cart of food and his little boy sitting in the cart.

I didn't know what to say and didn't want to come off as a silly fan. 
What was I going to say "Hey, I like your music?" He's heard that a million times. 

He and his wife had come up with a brand of salsa which they sold at the store
but I couldn't find it that day so I said,

"I was looking for your wife's salsa but I couldn't find it."

His eyes lit up. "It's here!" he said emphatically.

"Well, I bought some last week but I couldn't find it today." I replied.

Suddenly he pushed the cart to the side and said "Come on!"
And I'm following David Crosby through the super market. Very surreal.....

What had happened was the sign had fallen down 
and you couldn't distinguish his wife's salsa from the dozen other brands 
and Crosby was a little miffed.
He re-posted the sign and handed me a container of salsa.
I thanked him and left....

Things like that happen all the time in California.....
I've got a lot of stories like that......

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