July 17, 2008
Time to brighten up the blog with a funny story from Maloney about his childhood in Hoboken. Here's one from an email he sent me in early June:
Roy Haack and I were chums when we were kids. We had our big fight and fast became friends.
His mother, Loretta was a Councilperson on the City Council and held that position for two elections, I seem to remember. Loretta had a wooden leg, I don't know how she lost her leg and never bothered to ask. You didn't ask questions about people. It just was not done.
Roy's dad smoked great-smelling cigars and his grandmother made the best dumplings that I have ever had in my life. Yes, I am leading up to a story, just giving you some background for it.
One day Roy and I "borrowed" a cigar from his Dad without asking for it. We went down the cellar to smoke the thing. Guess we thought we were big shots. You know how it is said that 'The Lord works in strange ways?" Well here we were smoking this cigar,
trying is more like it, down in the cellar in Roy's parents' woodshed, more like a storage shed. Both of us were choking on the darn cigar, but we told each other it tasted good! Gotta keep up the big shot thing, you know. As we were smoking it Loretta's extra wooden leg fell off of the shelf in the shed. All we saw was the foot and the both of us ran out of that shed like the devil was after us and yes, we held onto the cigar. Scared is not the word both of us felt that day.
We buried the cigar in the back yard, just as you would bury a pet. No more cigar smoking after that experience.