Steve Sherry's The Vagabonds of '74

Essex Catholic Memories 2012
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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

Summer of '71
 
Spent the summer of 71 working at Barrenger High School
 
as a custodian.....Mark's  mother, had gotten me a job there.......
 
I would arrive at 3 P.M. , do some sweeping up, emptying trash, wiping down the chalkboards, all which would be done by 6 o'clock then sitting down with the older men and spend the rest of the night talking......
 
This got old quickly but fortunately the boss was a very kind man and began to let me leave early almost every night.....

                    The Jersey Shore

 

 During the summer, Mark and I went down the shore to Bayville (Burkley Shores actually) where his family once had a summer home.....

There he introduced me to his friend, Freddie, a Jewish guy maybe a year older than us.....

 We said hello and I made a remark which anyone else would have just let pass but Freddie took it seriously and a conversation ensued ........

Anyone else would have taken it as just a remark but Freddie wanted to relate. This hit me in a really good place.

He was my first Jewish friend and I have found that Jewish people are very much like that. They want to really discuss things, not just rap.....very refreshing.....

 

That summer we did some very serious partying, often meeting up with Billy Martin and his crowd or Rickey Petersen and his.......
we all knew each other and would meet in Belmar or other places along with friends from Seton Hall and St. Benedicts......
 
 
There was magic in the air that summer and we really got around.....
but I was on a different path.....not really knowing what I wanted......
 
On  weekends we'd head down to Burkley Shores and stay at Freddie's.....There, we'd play music and sit an talk about life on a pretty deep level .......
 
Both Mark and Freddie were philosophers.....that's why we got along so well.....
 
I felt a real camorodery between us....
not only that but a cammerodery.....
and also a camaraderie  (where the hell's my dictionary???)
 
 
 
I have some pretty amazing memories.....sometimes we went way beyond good sense but we were warriors on a quest.....
determined to prevail......
 
With the magic of the Jersey Shore all around us we went water skiing in Barnegat Bay.....had cookouts in the backyard ......and quiet time talking about life......
 
heading out for the night listening to profound music in the car......
lots of Bob Dylan.....
"My Back Pages" "Girl From The North Country" "It's All Over Now Baby Blue" who else could ever write songs like that????
 
I was in hog heaven as we drove into the night.....listening to those songs  and we all felt great treasures awaited us somewhere out there..... as we crossed the bridge on our way to meet up with high school friends.....
 
and always.......Always.....wondering what life was all about.......
where I was headed......what did all this mean.....
One night a neighbor showed up with a telescope and we sat on the roof looking at the moon.....
 
 

 Things at home were very tough for me.....my family was falling apart and I had five younger brothers and sisters in a state of upset and upheaval......that went on for years and effected everything I did but being 17,  I did not know how to deal with it so I tried to bury it and I was very unhappy.....an understatement if there ever was one.....great sorrow.....

I was fortunate to have Mark as a friend.......

I perceived something about him early on when I first joined the wrestling team.....

I made it a point to try to be friends and one day after practice he was railing about someone who had been acting like a jerk..... but nobody wanted to hear it....everyone just walked by......

 I stopped to listen and from then on we were friends.....

I remember about five of us going to his house after school to listen to Abby Road when it first came out....

and I remember some of us going there again to listen to Lennon's "Mother" album upstairs in his cousins apartment.  

A snapshot I have of him was walking through the Cafeteria  one day and noticing he was growing long sideburns. This was NOT ALLOWED at Essex Catholic so he was pushing his luck....

 

Mark didn't look the part but he had Spirituality, Intellect and Depth and he and I really had some deep conversations.... no one else I'd known at Essex Catholic had quite the same qualities.....

 

Being on the Wrestling Team was the most important thing I'd done at Essex Catholic....my live was totally unconventional and I had to use wrestling skills several times over the years to protect myself and others from bullies....it never failed me....

When Ricky Petersen passed away the first person I saw was
Mr. D'alessandro who didn't recognize me at first......
 
"You remember me?" I said.
 
"Do I remember you? Wha'd ya mean do I remember you? Of course I remember you! Glen Ridge, right?"
 
We talked for a few minutes before someone had sent for Mark.
 
He looked a little different ....hadn't seen him in about 35 years.....
but there he was.....
in a few minutes it was like old times.....and it all came back....
how  I'd always perceived him was True......
 
 
When I was young I doubted myself terribly....
if I didn't get along with someone I  always thought it was my fault so I'd try harder,
but now I see with new eyes......
Meditation has taught me that.........
 
I realize that many people are devoid of Spirituality........they look normal and in worldly terms are often successful but there's no depth at all.....there's no "there" there.......they're just playing a part, never questioning........no insight........
no longing for a deeper Understanding........
 
 
 
Somehow, I've always managed to get to know people I could truly relate to....but they are rare.....  
 
 
Mark and I talked about Ricky and old times.....and after an hour or so he had to go.......everything I thought about him those many years ago was confirmed.......
 
 
I just wanted to post these thoughts in case we never see each other again which is quite possible....
 
 
 
                    
                         1984
 
I can't remember the year, maybe eleventh grade, we had to read 1984 in English Class......
 
I remember being very taken aback by it....to the point where I felt it would one day happen.......It actually caused anxiety.......
 
 
I was right to feel that way because that is where we are know........
 
 
We completely strayed from the principles that our ancestors fought for......
 
My advise is to do anything you can to help correct the path we are headed down.......
 
Sometimes when you don't know what to do.....doing something SMALL is the way to go.......Not expecting an outcome.......
 
 
Having another bear isn't going to help......
 
 
If everyone did something pro active things would change.......even if it is just stating your point of view.....
 
 
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