That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try.
Thankfully it wasn’t my religion but it might have been my innocence, my freedom, my control, the upper hand, not sure it was forbidden but it sure was tasty.
Valentine’s Day broke like normal … after a long Thursday chasing the elusive butterflies the phone call was my alarm clock instead of my instructions … no need to hit the snooze … woke up just before noon and called Thomas R. Fries & Sons Florists … after all it was Valentine’s Day and I lusted after Jane … so I sent some sweetheart roses & poms to 249 Diehm Hall … not sure who met her first, I think I did, but I know who got her first and it wasn’t me … she thanked me later from my roomies arm … funny … not
Oh well, shit, shower, shave … down to The Beer Men … ½ keg of Pabst … Valentine’s Day party tonight at the 328 … City L was the closest thing we had to a babe magnet in those days (no offense Dan) … after all he was still at Millersville … like I said, it wasn’t me … a 328 Club party started at a rational time and ended at a relatively rational time … after all there was that Confederate widow next door and she never complained.
I know City was there and I suppose Sil … perhaps Dan … I don’t think Timmy L was there but how would I really remember … rock ‘n roll, beer, whatever munchies anyone brought (we certainly provided nothing but the beer) … and chicks … just because I was a strikeout king; we got our plate appearances … that night there was one chick in particular. Her name was Janice and she was kinda cute, a sultry plain look, trim … I don remember who, if anyone, introduced us … who she came with but I do remember she said yes ... up the stairs we went ... were there people using my room? I dunno ... but we used a chair in Shitfoot's room ... woman on top
It was the slowest of dances but it was followed by a fast one … maybe it was “Wipe Out” or Tchaikovsky … Beethoven rolled over … 1
And I’ve given away no secrets
Saturday, January 12, 2008
A Trivia Question
Q. When Tee ordered up "the usual" for breakfast, what was he having?
A. 2 cans of Coke from the laundromat down at the corner, and some cold Rendezvous pizza with which he had shared his piece of floor during the night.
Curator's Corner 2
February,1981 marked the triumphant second coming of the 340 Club. I assume we all got badges as pictured above. The "Infinity Sign" signifies that the 340 spirit is endless despite moving on to 338 West King Street in April of 1983 and then to various other locations by mid-year 1984.
This return to the "Club" was celebrated with, as unbelievable as it sounds,a party. My recollection of the events of this day was that the party was either slow developing or lightly attended. Our new "roomie" Sue Krimmell had invited her friend, Karen Wysock who I had known years back when we worked together as counselors at Camp Taemoh. Karen for reasons unknown did not drink beer and apparently was becoming bored with the whole party scene. Sue suggested I take Karen out for a beverage more to her liking which I had no problem with. Unfortunately there were two four to five year periods in my life when I did not own a car and this was one of them.
Sue,graciously offered me the use of her auto,an Opal if memory serves me correct. I preferred the simplistic Volkswagen Beetle because all the other vehicles had "too many moving parts" for me but I accepted her offer. Karen and I left the Club and after fumbling around to find the headlight switch and where to put the key in,we headed off to Cassidy's Tavern.
Upon arrival Karen ordered a rum and coke and I got a beer and we played a game or two of pinball. We got another round of drinks and when she nearly finished the second one I noticed that she could no longer stand up. I literally carried her to Sue's car and proceeded back to the 340 Club.
I helped her up the steps to the second floor where she promptly passed out in front of Sue and John's bedroom door. Sue came out and correctly surmised the situation and exclaimed,"She's drunk,Joe (her husband) isn't going to like this". Proving chivalry is not dead,I covered her with a blanket,leaving her outside John and Sue's door and retired to my room for some sleep.
As Tee alluded to in an earlier post,the next day the phone rang,by this time Karen had recovered and exited the 340, it was her husband,Joe. Tee described him as a 6 foot five inch 285 pound former NFL player which I can't argue. I don't remember if I answered the phone or not but when I got on a menacing voice said,"What did you do to my wife". As I stammered and stuttered my innocence for a few minutes with my heart in my throat,I finally realized it was another Richard (R.E.) Lichty charade,posing rather convincingly as a jealous angry husband. It won't be the last time "Dicky" pulled off this type of caper.
Friday, January 11, 2008
F11
Another version of this same song may be heard by clicking on the link to Bonnie Parker's mYspace page ... the songs are on the right hand side.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
A Day In The Life: 328 Club (Tim L)
In response to a request to provide a description of a typical day at the 328 Club, Tim Lutter provided the following:
A man of few words
While responding mostly to Tim, I did have a nickname acquired during my stay at the 328 ... it was "Sh__foot"
I remember eating an entire bag of frozen french fries for dinner, and eating cheese steak sandwiches in the wee mornings. Also, smelling beer in the air after our keg parties.
Hitchhiking to Pittsburgh
That was the extent of it but I will take the opportunity to say that while he may be self-described as a man of few words; he is a gentleman who makes a great roommate, husband, parent, APBA player (he still has APBA in his e-mail address), athlete, scholar and friend who was, by luck of the draw, the original 328 Club (later known as the 340 Club) member. Tim's day consisted of getting up every morning amid the madness and going to work where he was beginning a career in business at a manufacturing plant where he and Tee had spent summers working on the line. In the evening Tim would, as he mentioned, dine at the local sub shop - usually a cheesesteak and not always at the supper hour. and relax after a hard days work. However, when the spirit moved him he could party with the best of them. As a Millersville grad, in those first few years after graduation, at the end of the work week Tim could be found at the off campus watering hole - The Barn Door. The mix of recent grads, students and other friends made a memorable happy hour experience for all. Another regular party in those days was a $10 admission (if memory serves) all the beer you could drink affair held regularly at the Host Town. These parties rivaled any in town and probably were not topped until they heyday of the 340 several years later. Tim left the 328 early in the summer of '75 and moved on with his life to eventually become the first 328/340 survivor to marry and raise a family.
Finally, I need to point out that Tim was the only 328 Club member who was not a Lancaster Catholic product. However, he fit in as was certainly accepted as an honorary Crusader which was never made as clear as when, the late Gene Segro (LCHS '69) - himself a 328/340 Club attendee - asked Tim to be best man in his wedding.
As Tim toasted Gene on that day; I as 340 Keg Man toast ol' Shitfoot today. Thanks for the memories and please share some more.
A man of few words
While responding mostly to Tim, I did have a nickname acquired during my stay at the 328 ... it was "Sh__foot"
I remember eating an entire bag of frozen french fries for dinner, and eating cheese steak sandwiches in the wee mornings. Also, smelling beer in the air after our keg parties.
Hitchhiking to Pittsburgh
That was the extent of it but I will take the opportunity to say that while he may be self-described as a man of few words; he is a gentleman who makes a great roommate, husband, parent, APBA player (he still has APBA in his e-mail address), athlete, scholar and friend who was, by luck of the draw, the original 328 Club (later known as the 340 Club) member. Tim's day consisted of getting up every morning amid the madness and going to work where he was beginning a career in business at a manufacturing plant where he and Tee had spent summers working on the line. In the evening Tim would, as he mentioned, dine at the local sub shop - usually a cheesesteak and not always at the supper hour. and relax after a hard days work. However, when the spirit moved him he could party with the best of them. As a Millersville grad, in those first few years after graduation, at the end of the work week Tim could be found at the off campus watering hole - The Barn Door. The mix of recent grads, students and other friends made a memorable happy hour experience for all. Another regular party in those days was a $10 admission (if memory serves) all the beer you could drink affair held regularly at the Host Town. These parties rivaled any in town and probably were not topped until they heyday of the 340 several years later. Tim left the 328 early in the summer of '75 and moved on with his life to eventually become the first 328/340 survivor to marry and raise a family.
Finally, I need to point out that Tim was the only 328 Club member who was not a Lancaster Catholic product. However, he fit in as was certainly accepted as an honorary Crusader which was never made as clear as when, the late Gene Segro (LCHS '69) - himself a 328/340 Club attendee - asked Tim to be best man in his wedding.
As Tim toasted Gene on that day; I as 340 Keg Man toast ol' Shitfoot today. Thanks for the memories and please share some more.
A Day In The Life: 328 Club (Tee)
I suppose the best place to begin is the beginning and I further suppose that a day, technically, begins at 12:01 a.m. when the bartender says: “another one buddy?”
For my experience, that inquiry, in late 1974 or early ’75, would usually be uttered by Dave Emmerich or Dane Laudenberger at Luckee’s Elbow Room or Wilhelm Lauzus at the Hotel of the same name. Both of these establishments were located approximately three blocks from the 328 Club and more often than not were the final stops of an evening of debauchery.
Just as the Lord provided orgasms in order to let us know when to stop fucking; the good Lord provides “last call” to inform us when to stop drinking. In Pennsylvania the law requires such call be given no later than 2:00 a.m. Lucky Monaghan’s greed and Mr. Lauzus work ethic guaranteed that last call would come no earlier than a quarter till 2.
Unless, I had gotten lucky at Luckee’s (and I don’t think I ever did), it would be up the hill and I’d be fast asleep by 2:15 …. A standard eight plus sleeping off the funk would pretty much justify my getting up at noon.
UNFORTUNATELY – KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO (slam)
Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head – John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day;
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.- Ray Davies
Wake up everybody no more sleepin in bed… Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way; Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say; Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands; when you teach the children teach ‘em the very best you can. – Harold Melvin
Despite splitting expenses five ways, I did need to make a living and that meant denying my body its requisite rest and awakening at 6:30 or so to be by the phone until 7:30 to answer the call, the dreaded call, from the School District of Lancaster requesting my presence as a substitute for some poor slob teacher that might have bought me my last beer. I was the only math substitute in the School District of Lancaster at that point in time so I worked quite a lot. On those days it was off to J.P. McCaskey High School, or one of the junior highs: Lincoln, Hand, Wheatland or the dreaded Reynolds to fill in for a teacher that called in sick that day. The $39 per day pay enabled me to get the bills covered by Wednesday. Any days after that would have been gravy and/or money that could be saved. As it was, I was 24, when the bills were covered I was sleeping till noon.
So I will discuss those glorious days that happened about sixty times a year when I either did not answer the phone or turned down an assignment. On those days it was soap operas and game shows, matinee double features, dog walks, trips to the library or an early start to the days drinking. At 4 or so it might be a steam bath or a rare trip around the Williamson Field track. At 5 or so more often than not it would be off to my parents for a free meal and to drop off (yeah, I was spoiled) my dirty laundry.
If an event, a home opener, a big game, a Steeler playoff, a concert, a trip to the shore, or whatever was happening in the Mid-Atlantic region I had the time and, in most case, the money to attend. Hanging out at my old schools: Lancaster Catholic and Millersville State College or the West Lancaster Fire Hall provided welcome diversions.
By 8, if I hadn’t all ready it was definitely time to start drinking beer and chasing the always sought after tail. Before you knew it a new day began when Dave, Dane or Wilhelm uttered those words … “another one buddy?” These were glorious days … like sands through the hour glass; these were the Days of Our Lives.
For my experience, that inquiry, in late 1974 or early ’75, would usually be uttered by Dave Emmerich or Dane Laudenberger at Luckee’s Elbow Room or Wilhelm Lauzus at the Hotel of the same name. Both of these establishments were located approximately three blocks from the 328 Club and more often than not were the final stops of an evening of debauchery.
Just as the Lord provided orgasms in order to let us know when to stop fucking; the good Lord provides “last call” to inform us when to stop drinking. In Pennsylvania the law requires such call be given no later than 2:00 a.m. Lucky Monaghan’s greed and Mr. Lauzus work ethic guaranteed that last call would come no earlier than a quarter till 2.
Unless, I had gotten lucky at Luckee’s (and I don’t think I ever did), it would be up the hill and I’d be fast asleep by 2:15 …. A standard eight plus sleeping off the funk would pretty much justify my getting up at noon.
UNFORTUNATELY – KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO KOO (slam)
Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head – John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day;
Tune up start to play, just like any other day.- Ray Davies
Wake up everybody no more sleepin in bed… Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way; Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say; Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands; when you teach the children teach ‘em the very best you can. – Harold Melvin
Despite splitting expenses five ways, I did need to make a living and that meant denying my body its requisite rest and awakening at 6:30 or so to be by the phone until 7:30 to answer the call, the dreaded call, from the School District of Lancaster requesting my presence as a substitute for some poor slob teacher that might have bought me my last beer. I was the only math substitute in the School District of Lancaster at that point in time so I worked quite a lot. On those days it was off to J.P. McCaskey High School, or one of the junior highs: Lincoln, Hand, Wheatland or the dreaded Reynolds to fill in for a teacher that called in sick that day. The $39 per day pay enabled me to get the bills covered by Wednesday. Any days after that would have been gravy and/or money that could be saved. As it was, I was 24, when the bills were covered I was sleeping till noon.
So I will discuss those glorious days that happened about sixty times a year when I either did not answer the phone or turned down an assignment. On those days it was soap operas and game shows, matinee double features, dog walks, trips to the library or an early start to the days drinking. At 4 or so it might be a steam bath or a rare trip around the Williamson Field track. At 5 or so more often than not it would be off to my parents for a free meal and to drop off (yeah, I was spoiled) my dirty laundry.
If an event, a home opener, a big game, a Steeler playoff, a concert, a trip to the shore, or whatever was happening in the Mid-Atlantic region I had the time and, in most case, the money to attend. Hanging out at my old schools: Lancaster Catholic and Millersville State College or the West Lancaster Fire Hall provided welcome diversions.
By 8, if I hadn’t all ready it was definitely time to start drinking beer and chasing the always sought after tail. Before you knew it a new day began when Dave, Dane or Wilhelm uttered those words … “another one buddy?” These were glorious days … like sands through the hour glass; these were the Days of Our Lives.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
From the Poet Laureate: A Play by Chris Joyce, Tee Knorr and Andi Schreiber
Me, Chris and a friend (of City L’s more than either of ours) Andi Schreiber were up in my room on the 3rd floor of the 340. Sitting on the floor, of an all-black room, with few lights on and writing a play, fueled by beer and contraband, by passing around a piece of paper(s) from person to person each of us writing dialogue for our self-described characters. I think the technique was necessitated by the volume of the rock n’ roll being played. Unfortunately the first page is missing. Neither Chris nor Andi made much sense and I, gratefully not writing too much, made even less sense. Looking at the handwriting I would estimate my BAC at .21 and Chris at .14 while Andi appears relatively sober at .07. It is important to note that while Chris and Andi, guests in my room, were fully dressed; I may not have been. I was decent in that, at the very least, I had sheets or something covering me. First, the surviving excerpts from the play:
(page 1 is missing)
(page 2)
MEDIUM (Chris Joyce, 340 resident Jan-Jun 1977): We were talking about the space between us all, when two people, contain themselves within a wall of illusion, they don’t seek the truth, are you one of them?
MS. A. BEST (Andi Schreiber, a guest one night during the first half of ‘77): We are caught in the time warp of 1985, trapped. Our leaders have all tricked us. We are mere robots, but you won’t see see it. Only I can – listen! Illusion may be better than truth – in some cases but not all. Who here is happy?Certainly not I. I had illusion of love with my former husband – I will see the signs of truth. Where am I now? Alone in this devastation, my children growing up knowing their father doesn’t care. Everyone is alone.
ARGUS (Tee Knorr, 340 resident): + hue dew hue think hue “r”? S’m S’rt of thithy fellow. Well, I will call Anita Bryant [Translation > and who do you think you are? Some sort of unintelligible fellow. Well, I will call Anita Bryant].
MEDIUM (Chris): But my dear children of the earth, while Anita is at anti-faggot rallies her husband Bill is humping some guy up the ass in the H-TRAIN! There’s trouble, trouble in the H-Train and I think it points to Meccah (sic).
(page 3)
Thunder (per Chris):
Scene (set by Chris): The Medium wakes up from talking in an unconscious delirium, which even mediums experience;
MEDIUM (Chris): Relate unto me now, Argus and My (sic) Best, and I will tell you your future. Together you two will eradicate loneliness by becoming one from two. The bond inherent shall not be sexual nor shared with anyone, yet it will provide you two as one a vehicle to your ultimate destination, where eventually you may split.
MS. A BEST (Andi): Mecca. But what is it, really?
(page 4)
MS. A BEST (Andi): I have converted. I look to Mecca 54 times daily and still I am not sure what it is. Yet I really get off on it – I really do. Yeah – sexually. You might say I climax from fantasizing I am having anal sex with Mecca – don’t you see, it proves the point – if what the medium says is true about Bill Bryant, we experienced the same intense feeling. Therefore his unisexual attitude is shown to be true, as according to the truth table.
ARGUS (Tee): (baffled) Why Alley Oop if not Tonto?
MEDIUM (Chris): Shut up you idiot.
MS. A BEST (Andi): I don’t give a goddamn shit. I’m horny and want laid.
End of Transcript
Apparently, Andi had been massaging my back for a period and must have had some effect on my situation and that fact did not go unnoticed by Chris. All of a sudden he grabbed the sheet that had been covering me and gave it a yank; exposing my male member at full mast. Andi recoiled in horror (contrary to her dialogue in the play) and retreated down the Stairway to Heaven to the second floor and then on to the outside. Upon reaching her car she seemed to gather up some things as Chris & I watched from the 3rd floor. Apparently in an attempt to vent her anger she packed up some trash in a bag and dumped it on our porch at which point Chris threw an empty beer can at her. The literary technique – communal play writing – was never used again.
(page 1 is missing)
(page 2)
MEDIUM (Chris Joyce, 340 resident Jan-Jun 1977): We were talking about the space between us all, when two people, contain themselves within a wall of illusion, they don’t seek the truth, are you one of them?
MS. A. BEST (Andi Schreiber, a guest one night during the first half of ‘77): We are caught in the time warp of 1985, trapped. Our leaders have all tricked us. We are mere robots, but you won’t see see it. Only I can – listen! Illusion may be better than truth – in some cases but not all. Who here is happy?Certainly not I. I had illusion of love with my former husband – I will see the signs of truth. Where am I now? Alone in this devastation, my children growing up knowing their father doesn’t care. Everyone is alone.
ARGUS (Tee Knorr, 340 resident): + hue dew hue think hue “r”? S’m S’rt of thithy fellow. Well, I will call Anita Bryant [Translation > and who do you think you are? Some sort of unintelligible fellow. Well, I will call Anita Bryant].
MEDIUM (Chris): But my dear children of the earth, while Anita is at anti-faggot rallies her husband Bill is humping some guy up the ass in the H-TRAIN! There’s trouble, trouble in the H-Train and I think it points to Meccah (sic).
(page 3)
Thunder (per Chris):
Scene (set by Chris): The Medium wakes up from talking in an unconscious delirium, which even mediums experience;
MEDIUM (Chris): Relate unto me now, Argus and My (sic) Best, and I will tell you your future. Together you two will eradicate loneliness by becoming one from two. The bond inherent shall not be sexual nor shared with anyone, yet it will provide you two as one a vehicle to your ultimate destination, where eventually you may split.
MS. A BEST (Andi): Mecca. But what is it, really?
(page 4)
MS. A BEST (Andi): I have converted. I look to Mecca 54 times daily and still I am not sure what it is. Yet I really get off on it – I really do. Yeah – sexually. You might say I climax from fantasizing I am having anal sex with Mecca – don’t you see, it proves the point – if what the medium says is true about Bill Bryant, we experienced the same intense feeling. Therefore his unisexual attitude is shown to be true, as according to the truth table.
ARGUS (Tee): (baffled) Why Alley Oop if not Tonto?
MEDIUM (Chris): Shut up you idiot.
MS. A BEST (Andi): I don’t give a goddamn shit. I’m horny and want laid.
End of Transcript
Apparently, Andi had been massaging my back for a period and must have had some effect on my situation and that fact did not go unnoticed by Chris. All of a sudden he grabbed the sheet that had been covering me and gave it a yank; exposing my male member at full mast. Andi recoiled in horror (contrary to her dialogue in the play) and retreated down the Stairway to Heaven to the second floor and then on to the outside. Upon reaching her car she seemed to gather up some things as Chris & I watched from the 3rd floor. Apparently in an attempt to vent her anger she packed up some trash in a bag and dumped it on our porch at which point Chris threw an empty beer can at her. The literary technique – communal play writing – was never used again.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
1974
The story so far ...
09/21 328 Club lease signed between Harold Martin and Tim Lutter, Tee Knorr, Dan Joyce, and Sil Simpson with Tim Getzloff on the lease but not present to sign.
10/30 Ali beats Foreman in Kinshasa, Zaire and the 328 Club - Tim L, myself and Big (aka Tom Partidge) - parties late into the night at the Lauzus Hotel.
12/06 Harold Martin visits the 328 Club to collect back rent of which no payments had been made. He appeared in our midst unannounced.
12/21 City L & I hitch to Pittsburgh to see the Steelers beat the Bills 32-14.
12/25 My parents tour the 328
12/31 The first noise violation - predating the City's noise ordinance by several years - is cited against the 328
1974 in the Book
Nixon resigns...Haile Selassie deposed...India has the bomb...Patty Hearst kidnapped
President Gerald Ford
Governor Milton Shapp
Mayor Dick Scott
CPI 49.3
U.R. 5.6%
World Population 4.012B
U.S. Population 213.8M (5.3% of the world)
Ted's # 0
Best Picture The Sting
NCAA BK North Carolina State over U.C.L.A., 76-64
Indy 500 Johnny Rutherford
NBA Boston Celtics over Milwaukee Bucks, 4 games to 3
NHL Philadelphia Flyers over Boston Bruins, 4 games to 2
MLB Oakland Athletics over Los Angeles Dodgers, 4 games to 1
Horse of Year Forego
Hvwt Muhammad Ali
NCAA F Oklahoma 11-0
NFL Pittsburgh Steelers 16-6 over Minnesota Vikings
09/21 328 Club lease signed between Harold Martin and Tim Lutter, Tee Knorr, Dan Joyce, and Sil Simpson with Tim Getzloff on the lease but not present to sign.
10/30 Ali beats Foreman in Kinshasa, Zaire and the 328 Club - Tim L, myself and Big (aka Tom Partidge) - parties late into the night at the Lauzus Hotel.
12/06 Harold Martin visits the 328 Club to collect back rent of which no payments had been made. He appeared in our midst unannounced.
12/21 City L & I hitch to Pittsburgh to see the Steelers beat the Bills 32-14.
12/25 My parents tour the 328
12/31 The first noise violation - predating the City's noise ordinance by several years - is cited against the 328
1974 in the Book
Nixon resigns...Haile Selassie deposed...India has the bomb...Patty Hearst kidnapped
President Gerald Ford
Governor Milton Shapp
Mayor Dick Scott
CPI 49.3
U.R. 5.6%
World Population 4.012B
U.S. Population 213.8M (5.3% of the world)
Ted's # 0
Best Picture The Sting
NCAA BK North Carolina State over U.C.L.A., 76-64
Indy 500 Johnny Rutherford
NBA Boston Celtics over Milwaukee Bucks, 4 games to 3
NHL Philadelphia Flyers over Boston Bruins, 4 games to 2
MLB Oakland Athletics over Los Angeles Dodgers, 4 games to 1
Horse of Year Forego
Hvwt Muhammad Ali
NCAA F Oklahoma 11-0
NFL Pittsburgh Steelers 16-6 over Minnesota Vikings
Hitchhiking
Not sure I would recommend it in 2008 but in 1974 it was a popular transportation mode for me. The prior year I hitched from Manchester, NH to Seattle, WA, down to LA, and from SanBerdu to DuBois to Pittsburgh and back to Lancaster. On the road for 70 days, spent $300, and travelled 7000 mile plus or minus.
As a 328 Club member - despite owning a car (from my parents) - I loved to hitchhike: sometimes out to Millersville, a 3 mile jaunt, and sometimes to Pittsburgh, 242 miles, sometimes to D.C., 11 miles but always somewhere ... and so it was in late December 1974 when City L & I, armed with a sufficient supply of brandy, headed with thumbs extended to Pittsburg to see the Steelers take on O.J. Simpson and the Buffalo Bills in the AFC semi-finals.
If memory serves me, we set out, Saturday, December 21, from the intersection of Millersville Road & Millersville Pike. It likely took us six or seven hours and two or three rides before disembarking in downtown Pittsburgh where my Aunt had an L-shaped room at an apartment complex directly across the Allegheny River from Three Rivers. In the evening we partied in bars discovered by Joe Riley & me the year before on my cross country trip. We spent two nites at my Aunts before heading home the day after the game on Monday, December 23rd. The Steelers won 32-14 holding O.J. to 49 yards.
As a 328 Club member - despite owning a car (from my parents) - I loved to hitchhike: sometimes out to Millersville, a 3 mile jaunt, and sometimes to Pittsburgh, 242 miles, sometimes to D.C., 11 miles but always somewhere ... and so it was in late December 1974 when City L & I, armed with a sufficient supply of brandy, headed with thumbs extended to Pittsburg to see the Steelers take on O.J. Simpson and the Buffalo Bills in the AFC semi-finals.
If memory serves me, we set out, Saturday, December 21, from the intersection of Millersville Road & Millersville Pike. It likely took us six or seven hours and two or three rides before disembarking in downtown Pittsburgh where my Aunt had an L-shaped room at an apartment complex directly across the Allegheny River from Three Rivers. In the evening we partied in bars discovered by Joe Riley & me the year before on my cross country trip. We spent two nites at my Aunts before heading home the day after the game on Monday, December 23rd. The Steelers won 32-14 holding O.J. to 49 yards.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Eels of Death Pics
Young Ted Knorr 
Eels Part Two
This and That from the Tournament
According to Sports Information Director Young Ted Knorr, 36 cases of beer were consumed by team personnel and "assorted nuts" accompanying the Eels.
The team mascot,Jerry the Eel,was taken out of his gallon jug and placed in a bathtub upon arrival at the motel. The manager of the Royal Allegheny where we stayed quickly learned of this and asked to see him and he was duly impressed.
Curfew restrictions were implemented by the "Coach" to keep the players in their best form for Saturday's action. A few actually adhered to them.
The Eels opened the tourny with a 5-0 victory over the Springdale Drop Inn as Goalie Tim "Fus" Stoltzfus recorded the shutout relatively easily as the Eels outshot the Inn by a 35-9 count. Steve "Wong Lee" Graybill recorded the first goal in Eel history with an assist to Marty Hornberger. "Wong Lee" later added another tally as did Art Moshos,Desi Deeter and Captain Ron Mathiot.
Game # 2 action saw "Fus" get another whitewash as the Eels outshot Team Roscoe 54-9 enroute to a 9-0 victory,sparked by a hat trick from Desi Deeter. Bobby Rife and Marty Hornberger chipped in with two goals apiece while Steve Dellinger and Phil Zangari each added a goal.
"Fus" garnered his third consecutive shutout in the next contest as the Eels blanked Penn Hills Daily's Juice by a 3-0 verdict. This was an early Sunday morning game and the effects of not abiding by the team's curfew rules was evident as the team struggled until they banged in two third period goals. The Eels outshot the Juice by a 28-8 margin. Marty Hornberger scored twice and Phil Zangari added the final score.
Game # 4 featured a match-up between the tournament favorite,The Islington Kings,from Canada and the Eels. The final score was 6-2 but it was a closer game than that,. The shots on goal were 31-22,Eels. The Canadians tried a psychological ploy before the game in arriving seconds before the game was too start,risking a delay of game penalty. Coach had his players,straddle their opponents blue line while tapping our sticks on the rink in obvious defiance. I remember being told that a member of the Kings group ran back and told them this team (The Eels) were serious. A first period four goal explosion with Keith Musser,Hornberger,Moshos and Deeter scoring seemed to bode an easy victory but that was not the case as the Kings dominated play in the second period but could only cut the deficit
to 4-1 before Sam "Space" Wickersham, a crowd favorite,because of his barrel-chested frame combined with slick ball handling skills made it 5-1 near the end of the period. Ron Mathiot took the steam out of any Islington comeback hopes when he tallied a shorthanded goal directly off a face off won by Art Moshos early in the final period. Young Ted Knorr took the gallon jug that contained Jerry the Eel and dangled it in front of a King player who then took a menacing swipe at it with his hockey stick but Ted calling on his old football playing agility withdrew it from harm's way.
When the horn sounded to end the game the Eels imbibed freely of our favorite beverage only to be warned by a member of the Kings that we hadn't won anything yet. There was still a game to go for the Championship against the Aetna Islanders,a team that consisted of five Lancaster area street hockey stalwarts and numerous other local stars.
It was the most closely contested game of the tourny for the Eels,Steve Dellinger tallied in the first but Aetna tied it up in the second before Art Moshos gave the Eels a 2-1 lead going into the third period. Dave Singleton,a Lancastrian scored with a few minutes left for the Islanders to knot the game 2-2 before Marty Hornberger,fittingly on an assist from Tournament MVP Goalie Tim Stoltzfus, picked up the game winner a few seconds later to give the Eels a 3-2 victory and the Championship. The shots on goal were Eels 23,Aetna 22,Islander centerman,Chip Ream,another Lancastrian (and 340 visitor) was voted the Offensive MVP of the Tourny. We finished what beer we could and still leave some for the journey home as visions of an Eels of Death victory party at the 340 the following weekend began to materialize but that will be a later post.
Eels of Death
The weekend of October 2nd and 3rd,1982,saw a street hockey team from Lancaster,the Eels of Death, consisting of players from several local teams, descend upon the Bel-Mont Sports Arena in Kittaning,Pa.
Whoever "brain-stormed" the idea of assembling a group of players to compete in a tournament away from home for just fun and enough talent to be competetive,I cannot recall. The seeds for the idea no doubt originated at Zangari's South. The entire active roster save for Steve Dellinger was comprised of 340 regulars. Craig Rice,another non-340 visitor,listed in the Official program below,declined at the last minute and was effectively replaced by Tommy Roschel, a veteran of W.King Street shenanigans.
The Motel 's marquee after some late night re-arranging of the letters by certain members of the entourage.
Whoever "brain-stormed" the idea of assembling a group of players to compete in a tournament away from home for just fun and enough talent to be competetive,I cannot recall. The seeds for the idea no doubt originated at Zangari's South. The entire active roster save for Steve Dellinger was comprised of 340 regulars. Craig Rice,another non-340 visitor,listed in the Official program below,declined at the last minute and was effectively replaced by Tommy Roschel, a veteran of W.King Street shenanigans.
Shameless Promotions
1) please use the link to the Glory of Their Times at the bottom of the blog or use this one http://blog.pennlive.com/gloryoftheirtimes/ to check out my other, totally unrelated, blog. It is a fantasy baseball season - today was opening day - featuring the Harrisburg Giants (a great local Negro League team) as they challenge some of the greatest teams of all-time. In todays, opener Sandy Koufax and the 1965 Los Angeles Dodgers spoiled the opening day proceedings by beating the Giants 2-1. In honor of the linkage between the two blogs - Kenny Giltner threw out the ceremonial first pitch.
2) First call for this year's 37th annual St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl scheduled to begin in Harrisburg, March 17th, at 1:00 p.m. I suppose since the 5th through 8th and 11th through 14th crawls eminated from the 340 Club there is a connection. In addition, at least in my case, it provides a warm up for the task at hand of June 7th.
2) First call for this year's 37th annual St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl scheduled to begin in Harrisburg, March 17th, at 1:00 p.m. I suppose since the 5th through 8th and 11th through 14th crawls eminated from the 340 Club there is a connection. In addition, at least in my case, it provides a warm up for the task at hand of June 7th.
Curator's Corner 1
Various artifacts, objects, letters, tickets and whatnot will be on display weekly in the Curator’s Corner. This week feature’s three items from my Quick Box. In the early innocent days at 340, Philip – with my input – used to maintain a list of girls/women that I pined for; later – at the end of the 340 – it was a less innocent list of women that I had known. Here then our this week’s artifacts:
A list of my schoolboy crushes maintained by Philip (Spring ’76):
A symbol of lost innocence (circa ’78):
A later list, still dutifully maintained by Philp: (Fall ’83):
A list of my schoolboy crushes maintained by Philip (Spring ’76):
A symbol of lost innocence (circa ’78):
A later list, still dutifully maintained by Philp: (Fall ’83):
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Work
As hard as we partied on West King Street,most of us held down jobs. Of course you needed money to pay for partying material. There were very few "freeloaders",although we rarely objected to their attendance at Club functions. Here are a couple of 340 regulars hard at work in the kitchen at Zangari's South.
Sam "Space" Wickersham
Desi Deeter
Trivia Questions 17-20
There will be some trivia questions posed at the reunion in June. To help you prep for such an event from time to time questions will be posed here in the Blog so you can revive some old memories and rev up your response time. To that end here are a few questions:
THIS WEEK'S QUESTIONS:
17 What color did Tee paint his room at the 340 Club? That is, his walls, his ceiling, and – alas – his floor?
18. There were two rooms on the third floor; one was Tee’s bedroom … the other room contained a collection of his belongings scattered helter-skelter all over the place. What was the name of that room?
19. Many of the most intimate artifacts, records, and things (several of which will be on display in tomorrow’s debut of Curator’s Corner) that Tee kept for posterity were stored in a confectionary container. What brand of what kind of product was it? What was it known as?
20. On what fitting holiday did Tee lose his virginity at the 328 Club?
LAST WEEK'S Q & A
14. For what event did the 338 Club assemble the largest submarine sandwich, orchestrated by Jimmy Zangari, in West King Street history? The July 21, 1983 United States Football League Championship Game (known in some circles as "The Summitt Bowl"). Unfortunately, the home team – Philadelphia Stars – fell to the Michigan Panthers by a score of 24-22. Jimmy’s sub was 24 feet or so long and stretched from the 338’s living room through the dining room and into the kitchen. The length – 24 (or whatever) – had a specific meaning but I certainly do not remember. Phil offers the reason might not have been symbolic but practical in that the 24' sub was made up of 8 three foot long french bread loaves placed back to back to back.
15. How did Woody Kleinhaus and others solve the dilemma of returning from the kitchen to the living room with enough beers for everybody? If Muhammad won’t come to the mountain one must bring the Mountain to Muhammad. So, Woody, realizing that the two existing refrigerators in the kitchen were one more than was necessary – simply moved one refrigerator from the kitchen to the living room.
16. Who did the freshly showered young Ted Knorr call after stepping in some puppy pooh outside the 340 bathroom? The 340 puppy – belonging to City L – named Scarlet (after the great guitarist) had trouble learning that shitting for dogs unlike humans was an outdoor activity. I shook him often endeavoring to teach him. I did not shake City but I tried to teach him too. Exasperated, I gave up and, ostensibly, called the City Health Department. While I recall completing no such call others, particularily Phil, say that the call ocurred and that it perhaps was not consumatted (i.e. it was busy or a wrong number). Eventually, but not immediately, the dog learnt.
THIS WEEK'S QUESTIONS:
17 What color did Tee paint his room at the 340 Club? That is, his walls, his ceiling, and – alas – his floor?
18. There were two rooms on the third floor; one was Tee’s bedroom … the other room contained a collection of his belongings scattered helter-skelter all over the place. What was the name of that room?
19. Many of the most intimate artifacts, records, and things (several of which will be on display in tomorrow’s debut of Curator’s Corner) that Tee kept for posterity were stored in a confectionary container. What brand of what kind of product was it? What was it known as?
20. On what fitting holiday did Tee lose his virginity at the 328 Club?
LAST WEEK'S Q & A
14. For what event did the 338 Club assemble the largest submarine sandwich, orchestrated by Jimmy Zangari, in West King Street history? The July 21, 1983 United States Football League Championship Game (known in some circles as "The Summitt Bowl"). Unfortunately, the home team – Philadelphia Stars – fell to the Michigan Panthers by a score of 24-22. Jimmy’s sub was 24 feet or so long and stretched from the 338’s living room through the dining room and into the kitchen. The length – 24 (or whatever) – had a specific meaning but I certainly do not remember. Phil offers the reason might not have been symbolic but practical in that the 24' sub was made up of 8 three foot long french bread loaves placed back to back to back.
15. How did Woody Kleinhaus and others solve the dilemma of returning from the kitchen to the living room with enough beers for everybody? If Muhammad won’t come to the mountain one must bring the Mountain to Muhammad. So, Woody, realizing that the two existing refrigerators in the kitchen were one more than was necessary – simply moved one refrigerator from the kitchen to the living room.
16. Who did the freshly showered young Ted Knorr call after stepping in some puppy pooh outside the 340 bathroom? The 340 puppy – belonging to City L – named Scarlet (after the great guitarist) had trouble learning that shitting for dogs unlike humans was an outdoor activity. I shook him often endeavoring to teach him. I did not shake City but I tried to teach him too. Exasperated, I gave up and, ostensibly, called the City Health Department. While I recall completing no such call others, particularily Phil, say that the call ocurred and that it perhaps was not consumatted (i.e. it was busy or a wrong number). Eventually, but not immediately, the dog learnt.
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