While I am busy writing my next story “PAIR OF DEUCES,” I offer up my very first post, written 3 years ago. In fact, you can find it if you scroll all the way to the bottom. I’m not sure if many readers do, so here it is. It’s an amusing story about my Dad and some business he needed to conduct at Shop Rite one day in the 1980s. I never saw this coming. Not in a million years. Hope you enjoy it!
No matter the routine, things could get crazy. Fast.
Lunch with Bernard Olcott at Olcott International in 1983 followed a familiar routine. At around maybe 11:45 AM, after a few hunger pangs had already hit me pretty hard, I would head up to the top floor, the level that actually connected to the street, and ask if he was ready to grab some lunch. He would typically wave me off for another 10 to 15 minutes while he finished up some correspondence. Finally, he would call me back upstairs. We would then spend another 10 to 15 minutes looking for a pack-of-cards sized contraption holding perhaps 50 keys for the car, the house, the office, the boat, and God knew what else. Oddly they were never in the same place twice. And if not retrieved, well, that would have been the end of the world, as we knew it.
The next part of the routine would be to drive over to the Shop Rite supermarket on JFK Boulevard in Union City, New Jersey. This was located in a bustling area with a huge parking lot in front. However, it was only sensibly approachable from the southbound lane. This presented an engineering problem to Dad, the kind he loved to solve.