There were guys at Bethel, who had GREAT jobs........Like Don Brouex.....he was the receptionist at the 124 Desk....checking in and "checking out" ......all the bethel tours and "hot" sisters......on there way through the "Home tour"............That my friend, is NOT a real bethel JOB.
There were guys at bethel, that had GREAT congergations with maybe only 2-4 bethelities in their halls. One Hall, Midtown had over 80 bethelites there.............. 3 old ladies 4 kids and a dog. Odds of getting a home cook meal on Sunday 0%. Roy Baty said he got cheese and crackers at some old sister house after he was there a year and 4 months. A good hall could make all the difference, on how long you could "gut it out" especially if you had a girl friend there.
There were guys at Bethel that, for them, money was NO problem...........parents sent them tons of cash every month, rain or shine.
There were guys................that had all three, they were called "Golden Boys".........Guys that for some reason, God was smiling down on them. They could fall into a bucket of shit and come up with a rose in their teeth.They has good jobs, great KHs, money, a car, and more often then not a good looking "sister" on their arm..................It was great just being around them......You thought that there could be a God after all............That brings me two my next 2 topics Cars and Women...If your are lucky they will both be FAST. lol
A car at bethel was total freedom!.............Why?.........The first two years there........... it was Bethel and your KH, Bethel and your KH.........unless you knew someone with a car to get out of the city. Your only free time was Saturday afternoon & evening.....So Saturday you would take the train down to times square and walk around looking for a good movie to go to, or walk all the way down to flatbush blvd. in Brooklyn. It wasn't unusal to not find one and walk all the way back ........................ Sunday was Service in the morning, meeting in the afternoon and if your were lucky, dinner with a family in the hall that night.
A car could help change some of that. Some guys there had some nice cars too. Jim Pipkorn first had a 65 ford mustang rag top. then a 67 GTO. Dave Borga (Mr G Job king) had a 69 MACH 1, There was a 68 396 rag top Camaro.........anyway they all spelled...... FREEDOM. They did have their problems......one was parking, there was NONE back then......so you would have to drive around "the heights" looking for a spot......If you got back late....that could take up to an hour driving up and down every street with in a half mile.....Or you could park illegally......which many did......sometimes you got lucky....If not it was 10 bucks, 25 dallors for a fire hydrant. The Kennedy boys (Jim and Gary) had a T-Bird and NEVER parked legal!.......they had Georgia plates.......and said what the hell....Well, one day they looked for there car and some other car was parked in their spot.........The city towed it. They went to the pound to get it....................................................... The guy said $356.00 please............they said "KEEP IT"
The other problem was break-ins.......If you had a rag top you would NEVER lock your car. The reason was if they wanted in, they would just take a knife to your roof, so you WOULD let them get in.......But you would put a chain around the steering wheel and brake pedal. So they could hot wire the car and drive away...........but there would be NO brakes. Some guys would put a kill switch in. You would always chain your hood and truck down.........Another thing you would do is always leave your glove box OPEN, to show them there was nothing of value in your car. If you didn't your side mirror would be broken by the next morning.
We would see new cars parked on the street, in "the Heights"........in 6 months they looked like pieces of shit........The reason is, most....... New Yorkers park by SOUND.......... they back in, until they hear.... a CRASH.......then they move forward until they hear.....another.....CRASH.......and ..then they back up and hear the final...............CRASH.......now your parked..........lol
After two years there, things got a little better, I had a fair job on the east frieght elevertor.........and I bought a car for ONE DALLOR. .....thats right one buck........My room mate's girl friend's car, 1968 fairlane, got totaled in a crash. The insurance payed her off and gave her the car. She gave it to me, for a buck. The car looked liked something out of "Mad Max"......it was a complete wreck! ..........every quarter panel was trashed.......It had been rear ended at about 40 mph. the trunk that WAS 5 ft. long was now 3 ft. long........It looked like shit....... but it ran........Believe it or not the 2 years I had it "They" (the worldly people) try to steal it 3 times.............but she was my baby and she was Freedom.
I took Guys to the airport......for $5........good money. I took the guys in my hall to the meetings, they gave me their subway money......5 times .70 cents per trip good money........and last but not least she could get me..............far............ far away..........."from the House of God".