There
were guys at Bethel, who had GREAT jobs........Like Don Brouex.....he was the
receptionist at the 124 Desk. His job was checking in and "checking
out" all the bethel tours and "hot" sisters on their way through
the bethel Home. That my friend, is NOT a real bethel JOB. I told Don that
years later, that he never did “really” work at bethel and he laughed. Funny
thing is he was the CO that took my bethel application in September 1969. God I
so wanted to be like him!
There
were guys at bethel that had great congregations with maybe only 2-4
bethelities in their halls. One Hall, Midtown had over 80 bethelites in it and
there was Murryhill which was just as bad all bethelites plus 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 for a year
and 4 months. A good hall could make all the difference, on how long you could
"gut it out" there, especially if you had a girlfriend 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 had good bethel jobs, great KHs, money, a car, and more often than 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.
There
were the guys who struck out on all there. Guys like my roommate Roy Baty. He
was in Murray Hill KM with 80 Bethelites, He worked in the Bindery (thanks to
Eugene Alcorn) and he had no money sent to him. I give him credit he made his
four years and he had a girlfriend before he went to bethel! Only one out of a
hundred could do that.
That
brings me to my next topic. Cars at Bethel.
A
car at bethel was total freedom!
Why?
For me 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 there was
no leaving New York, you were stuck there months on end.
Your
only free time was Saturday afternoon & evening. So on 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 unusual
to not find one and walk all the way back home. Sunday was service in the
morning, meeting in the afternoon and if you 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 1968 396 rag top SS Camaro, that some
guy on the waiter crew had.........anyway they all spelled...... FREEDOM.
They
did have their problems......one was parking, there was NONE back then for the
bethelities. Oh, the society had plenty of places for us to park after they
bought the Squibb property but why make it easy on the brothers? Many years
later they finally decided to give the bethelites free parking.
Anyway,
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 up to a mile from your room. At one in the morning you would get
so piss off and frustrated trying to find a parking spot. I bet Knorr never had
to drive around and look for a parking spot. At that time night after you did find a parking
space a mile away, the walk home was very exciting. Sometimes you have to run
all the way if there were people following you. I love New York.
The
other thing you could do was park illegally. You just didn’t have a choice.
Many guys did......sometimes you got lucky....If not it was 10 dollars fine and
25 dollars for a fire hydrant. The Kennedy boys (Jim and Gary) had a 65 T-Bird and
NEVER parked legal! They had Georgia plates.......and said the hell with it.
Well,
one day they looked for their car but it was gone. The city had towed it. They
went to the impound to get it. The guy said $656.00 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 leave the door unlocked and let them get in.......But
you would put a chain around the steering wheel and brake pedal. So if they hotwired
the car and drive away 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 terrible. The reason is, mostly....... New Yorkers like to park by
SOUND.......... they back in, until they hear.... a CRUCH ......then they move
forward until they hear.....another.....CRUCH.......and then they back up and
hear the final...............CRUCH.......now you’re parked.
After
two years there, things got a little better, I had a fair job on the east freight
elevator.........and I bought a car for ONE DALLOR. .....that’s right, one buck!
My roommate’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 like 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 she ran great........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 my freedom.
I
took Guys to the airport for $5........good money. I drove guys in my K H to
the meetings, Instead of the hour plus train ride we could do it in 20 mins. 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 wonderful House
of God." On the weekends. Things were looking up!