It was Mendy Gurlik (now Garr) who'd taken me with him to the Adams Theater to hear Illinois Jacquet, Buddy Johnson, and "Newark's own" Sarah Vaughan; who'd got the tickets and taken me with him to hear Mr Billy Eckstine, in concert at the Mosque; who, in '49, had got tickets for us to the Miss Sepia America Beauty Contest at Laurel GardenIt was Mendy who, some three or four times, took me to watch, broadcasting in the flesh, Bill Cook, the smooth late-night Negro disc jockey of the Jersey station WAATMusical Caravan, Bill Cook's show, I ordinarily listened to in my darkened bedroom on Saturday nightsThe opening theme was Ellington's "Caravan," very exotic, very sophisticated, Afro-Oriental rhythms, a belly-dancing beat--just by itself it was worth tuning in for; "Caravan," in the Duke's very own rendition, made me feel nicely illicit even while tucked up between my mother's freshly laundered sheetsFirst the tom-tom opening, then winding curvaceously up out of the casbah that great smoky trombone, and then the insinuating, snake-charming fluteMendy called it "boner music
To get to WAAT, and Bill Cook's studio, we took the 14 bus downtown, and only minutes after we'd settled quietly like churchgoers in the row of chairs outside his glass-enclosed booth, Bill Cook would come out from behind the microphone to greet usWith a "race record" spinning on the turntable--for listeners still unadventurously at home--Cookie would cordially shake the hands of omega ladies watch the two tall, skinny white sharpies, all done up in their one-button-roll suits from the American Shop and their shirts from the Custom Shoppe, with the spread collars(The clothes on my back were on loan from Mendy for the night "And what might I play for you gentlemen?" Cookie graciously inquired of us in a voice whose mellow resonance Mendy would imitate whenever we talked on the phoneI asked for the melodious stuff, "Miss" Dinah Washington, "Miss" Savannah Churchill--and how arresting that was back then, the salacious chivalry of the dj's "Miss"--while Mendy's taste, spicier, racially far more authoritative, was for musicians like the lowdown saloon piano player Roosevelt Sykes, for Ivory Joe Hunter ("Whenmost lost my mind"), and for a quartet that Mendy seemed to me to take excessive pride in calling "the Ray-O-Vics" emphasizing the first syllable exactly as did the black kid from South Side, Melvyn Smith, who delivered for Mendy's father's store after school(Mendy and his brother did the Saturday deliveries Mendy boldly accompanied Melvyn Smith one night to hear live bebop at the lounge over the bowling alley on Beacon Street, Lloyd's Manor, a place to which few whites other than a musician's reckless Desdemona would ventureIt was Mendy Gurlik who first took me down to the Radio Record Shack on Market Street, where we picked out bargains from the 19-cent bin and could listen to the record in a booth before we bought itDuring the war, when, to keep chanel jewelry up morale on the home front, there'd be dances one night a week during July and August at the Chancellor Avenue playground, Mendy used to scramble through the high-spirited crowd--neighborhood parents and schoolkids and little kids up late who ran gleefully round and round the painted white bases where we played our perpetual summer softball game--dispensing for whoever cared to listen a less conventional brand of musical pleasure than the Glenn Miller-Tommy Dorsey-inspired arrangements that most everybody else liked dancing to beneath the dim floodlights back of the schoolRegardless of the dance tune the band up on the flag-festooned bandstand happened to be playing, Mendy would race around most of the evening singing, "CaWonia, Caldoma, what makes your big head so hard? Rocks!" He sang it, as he blissfully proclaimed, "free of charge," just as nuttily as Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five did on the record he obliged all the Daredevils to listen to whenever, for whatever refractory purpose (to play dollar-limit seven-card stud, to examine for the millionth time the drawings in his Tillie the Toiler "hot book," on rare occasions to hold a circle jerk), we entered his nefarious bedroom when nobody else was home
And here now was Mendy in 1995, the Weequahic boy with the biggest talent for being less than a dignified model child, a personality halfway between mildly repellent shallowness and audacious, enviable deviance, flirting back then with chanel jewelry indignity in a way that hovered continuously between the alluring and the offensiveHere was Dapper, Dirty, Daffy Mendy Gurlik, not in prison (where I was certain he'd wind up when he'd urge us to sit in a circle on the floor of his bedroom, some four or five Daredevils with our pants pulled down, competing to win the couple of bucks in the pot by being the one to "shoot" first), not in hell (where I was sure he'd be consigned after being stabbed to death at Lloyd's Manor by a colored guy "high on reefer"--whatever that meant), but simply a retired restaurateur--owner of three steakhouses called Garr's Grill in suburban Long Island--at no place more disreputable than his high school class's forty-fifth reunion
"You shouldn't worry, Mend--you still got your build, your looks
He did, too: well tanned, slender, a tall narrow-faced jogger wearing black alligator boots and a black silk shirt beneath a green cashmere jacketOnly the head of brimming silver-white hair looked suspiciously not quite his own but as though it had had an earlier life as the end of a skunk
"I take care of myself--that isn't my pointI called Mutty"--Marty "Mutty" Sheffer, star sidearm pitcher of the Daredevils, the team we three played on in the playground softball league, and, according to the biographical listing in the reunion booklet, a "Financial Consultant" and, too (unlikely as it seemed when I remembered that, paralyzingly shy of girls, babyfaced Mutty had made pitching pennies omega seamaster de ville his major adolescent diversion), progenitor of "Children 36, 34, 31Grandchildren 2, 1"--"I told Mutty," Mendy said, "that if he didn't sit next to me I wasn't comingI had to deal with the real goons in my businessDealt with the fucking MobBut this I could not deal with from day oneNot twice, Skip, three times I had to stop the car to take a crap
"Well," I said, "after years and years of painting ourselves opaque, this carries us straight back to when we were sure we were transparent
"Is that it?"
"Maybe
"Twenty kids dead in our class He showed me at the back of the booklet the page headed "In Memoriam
"Eleven of the guys dead," Mendy said" Two from the Daredevils Utty was Mutty's battery mate, Bert played second baseAnd both in the last three yearsI get it every six months since I heard about UttyYou get the test?"
"I get it Of course, I didn't any longer because I no longer had a prostate
"How often?"
"Every year
"Not enough," he told me
"You been all right though?" he asked, taking hold of me by the shoulders
"I'm in good shape," I said
"Hey, I taught you to jerk off, you know that?"
"That you did, MendelAnywhere from ninety to a hundred twenty days before I would have happened upon it myselfYou're the one who got me going
"I'm the guy," he said, laughing loudly, "who taught Skip Zuck-erman to jerk offMy claim to fame," and we embraced, the bald first baseman and white-haired left fielder of the dwindling Daredevil Athletic discount hermes C

"I'm telling you something! She killed three more people! You could have prevented that!"
"You're torturing meYou're trying to torture me
"She killed three more people!" And that was when he pulled Count's picture off the wall and hurled it at her feetBut that did not faze her--that seemed only to bring her under her own control againActing the role of herself, without rage, without even a reaction, dignified, silent, she turned and left the room
"What can be done for her?" he was growling, and all the while, down on his knees, carefully gathering together the shattered fragments of the glass and dumping them into Dawn's wastebasket"What can be done for her? What can be done for anyone? Nothing can be doneSixteen years old and completely crazyShe blew up a buildingYou had no right to let her go!"
Without its glass, the picture of the immovable Count he hung again over the desk, and then, as though listening to people unabatedly chattering on about something or other were the task assigned him by the forces of destiny, he returned from the savagery of where he'd been to the solid and orderly ludicrousness of a dinner partyThat's what was left to hold him together--a dinner partyAll there omega speedmaster day-date was for him to cling to as the entire enterprise of his life continued careering toward destruction--a dinner party
To the candlelit terrace he duteously returned, while bearing within him everything that he could not understand
Dishes had been cleared, the salad eaten, and dessert served, fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie from McPherson'sThe Swede saw that the guests had rearranged themselves for the last courseOrcutt, hiding still the vicious shit that he was behind the Hawaiian shirt and the raspberry trousers, had moved across the table and sat talking with the Umanoffs, all of them amiable and laughing together now that Deep Throat was off the agendaDeep Throat had never been the real subject anywayBoiling away beneath Deep Throat was the far more disgusting and transgressive subject of Merry, of Sheila, of Shelly, of Orcutt and Dawn, of wantonness and betrayal and deception, of treachery and disunity among neighbors and friends, the subject of crueltyThe mockery of human integrity, every ethical obligation destroyed--that was the subject here tonight!
The Swede's mother had come around to sit beside Dawn, who was talking with the Salzmans, and his father and Jessie were nowhere to be seen
Dawn saddle christian dior asked, "Important?"
"The Czech guyThe information I wantedWhere's my dad?"
He waited for her to say "Dead," but after she looked around she mouthed only "Don't know" and turned back to Shelly and Sheila
"Daddy left with MrsOrcutt," his mother whispered"They went somewhere together
Orcutt came up to himThey were the same size, both big men, but the Swede had always been the stronger, going back to their twenties, to when Merry was born and the Levovs moved out to Old Rimrock from their apartment on Elizabeth Avenue in Newark and the newcomer had showed up for the Saturday morning touch-football games back of Orcutt's houseOut there just for the fun of it, to enjoy the fresh air and the feel of the ball and the camaraderie, to make some new friends, the Swede had not the slightest inclination to appear showy or superior, except when he simply had no choice: when Orcutt, who off the field had never been other than kind and considerate, began to use his hands more recklessly than the Swede considered sportsmanlike--in a way that the Swede considered cheap and irritating, for a pickup game the worst sort of behavior even if Orcutt's team did happen to have fallen behindAfter it had occurred for two vintage gucci bags weeks in a row, he decided the third week to do what he of course could have done at any time--to dump himAnd so, near the end of the game, with a single, swift maneuver--employing the other person's weight to do the damage--he managed at once to catch a long pass from Bucky Robinson and to make sure Orcutt was sprawled in the grass at his feet, before he pranced away to pile on the scorePranced away and thought, of all things, "I don't like being looked down on," the words that Dawn had used to decline joining The Orcutt Family Cemetery TourHe had not realized, not till he was speeding alone toward the goal line, how much Dawn's assailability had gotten to him nor how unsettled he was by the remotest likelihood (a likelihood that, to her face, he had dismissed) of his wife's being ridiculed out here for growing up in Elizabeth the daughter of an Irish plumberWhen, after scoring, he turned around and saw Orcutt still on the ground, he thought, "Two hundred years of Morris County history, flat on its ass--that'll teach you to look down on Dawn LevovNext time you'll play the whole game on your ass," before trotting back up the field to see if Orcutt was all right
The Swede knew that once he got him on gucci indy bag the floor of the terrace he would have no difficulty in slamming Orcutt's head against the flagstones as many times as might be required to get him into that cemetery with his distinguished clanYes, something is wrong with this guy, there always was, and the Swede had known it all along--knew it from those terrible paintings, knew it from the reckless use of his hands in a backyard pickup game, knew it even at the cemetery, when for one solid hour Orcutt got to goyishly regale a Jewish sightseerYes, big dissatisfaction there right from the startDawn said it was art, modern art, when all the time, baldly displayed on their living room wall, was William Orcutt's dissatisfactionBut now he has my wifeInstead of that misfortune Jessie, he's got revamped and revitalized Miss New Jersey of 1949Got it made, got it all now, the greedy, thieving son of a bitch
"Your father's a good man," Orcutt said"Jessie doesn't usually get all this attention when she goes outIt's why she doesn't go outHe's a very generous manHe doesn't hold anything back, does he? Nothing left undisclosedYou get the whole personAn amazing person, reallyComing from where I do, you have to envy all that
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She had grown tired of what people called "society"; New York was kind, it was almost oppressively hospitable; she should never forget the way in which it had welcomed her back; but after the first flush of novelty she had found herself, as she phrased it, too "different" to care for the things it cared about?and so she had decided to try Washington, where one was supposed to meet more varieties of people and of opinionAnd on the whole she should probably settle down in Washington, and make a home there for poor Medora, who had worn out the patience of all her other relations just at the time when she most needed looking after and protecting from matrimonial perilsCarver?aren't you afraid of DrCarver? I hear he's been staying with you at the Blenkers'"Oh, the Carver danger is overCarver is a very clever manHe wants a rich wife to finance his plans, and Medora is simply a good advertisement as a convert

"A convert to what?"

"To all sorts of new and crazy social schemesBut, do you know, they interest me more than the blind conformity to chanel classic flap tradition?somebody else's tradition?that I see among our own friendsIt seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country She smiled across the table"Do you suppose Christopher Columbus would have taken all that trouble just to go to the Opera with the Selfridge Merrys?"

Archer changed colour"And Beaufort?do you say these things to Beaufort?" he asked abruptly

"I haven't seen him for a long timeBut I used to; and he understands

"Ah, it's what I've always told you; you don't like usAnd you like Beaufort because he's so unlike us He looked about the bare room and out at the bare beach and the row of stark white village houses strung along the shore"We're damnably dullWe've no character, no colour, no varietyI wonder," he broke out, "why you don't go back?"

Her eyes darkened, and he expected an indignant rejoinderBut she sat silent, as if thinking over what he had said, and he grew frightened lest she should answer that she wondered too

At length she said: "I believe it's because of you

It was impossible to make the purse logo confession more dispassionately, or in a tone less encouraging to the vanity of the person addressedArcher reddened to the temples, but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock about it if it were left undisturbed

"At least," she continued, "it was you who made me understand that under the dullness there are things so fine and sensitive and delicate that even those I most cared for in my other life look cheap in comparisonI don't know how to explain myself"?she drew together her troubled brows?"but it seems as if I'd never before understood with how much that is hard and shabby and base the most exquisite pleasures may be paid

"Exquisite pleasures?it's something to have had them!" he felt like retorting; but the appeal in her eyes kept him silent

"I want," she went on, "to be perfectly honest with you?and with myselfFor a long time I've hoped this chance would come: that I might tell you how you've helped me, what you've made of me?" chanel j12 white watch

Archer sat staring beneath frowning browsHe interrupted her with a laugh"And what do you make out that you've made of me?"

She paled a little"Of you?"

"Yes: for I'm of your making much more than you ever were of mineI'm the man who married one woman because another one told him to

Her paleness turned to a fugitive flush"I thought?you promised?you were not to say such things today

"Ah?how like a woman! None of you will ever see a bad business through!"

She lowered her voice"IS it a bad business?for May?"

He stood in the window, drumming against the raised sash, and feeling in every fibre the wistful tenderness with which she had spoken her cousin's name

"For that's the thing we've always got to think of?haven't we?by your own showing?" she insisted

"My own showing?" he echoed, his blank eyes still on the sea

"Or if not," she continued, pursuing her own thought with a painful application, "if it's not worth while to have given up, to have missed things, so that others may be saved from disillusionment and misery?then everything I omega automatic seamaster came home for, everything that made my other life seem by contrast so bare and so poor because no one there took account of them?all these things are a sham or a dream?"

He turned around without moving from his place"And in that case there's no reason on earth why you shouldn't go back?" he concluded for her

Her eyes were clinging to him desperately"Oh, IS there no reason?"

"Not if you staked your all on the success of my marriageMy marriage," he said savagely, "isn't going to be a sight to keep you here She made no answer, and he went on: "What's the use? You gave me my first glimpse of a real life, and at the same moment you asked me to go on with a sham oneIt's beyond human enduring?that's all

"Oh, don't say that; when I'm enduring it!" she burst out, her eyes filling

Her arms had dropped along the table, and she sat with her face abandoned to his gaze as if in the recklessness of a desperate perilThe face exposed her as much as if it had been her whole person, with the soul behind it: Archer stood dumb, overwhelmed by what it suddenly told bolsas louis

The other is unidentifiedThey've roped her into this too!
He waits all night in the kitchen for his daughter and the girl WeathermanIt is safe now--the surveillance of the house, of the factory, the monitoring of the phones, were dropped more than a year beforeIt's okay now to show upHe defrosts some soup to feed themHe thinks back to when she had begun to lean toward the sciencesBecause of Dawn's cattle, she thought she'd be a vetIt was the stuttering, too, that sent her into the sciences, because when she was focused and concentrated on one of her science projects, doing close work, the stuttering always abated a littleNo parent in the world could have seen the connection to a bombEveryone would have missed it, not just himHer interest in science was totally innocent
The body of a young man found in the rubble of the burned-out house is identified the next day as that of a one-time Columbia student, a veteran of violent antiwar demonstrations, the founder of a radical SDS splinter group, the Mad DogsThe following day the second young woman who fled the bomb scene is identified: another radical activist but not Merry--the twenty-six-year-old daughter of a left-wing New York borse gucci lawyerEven worse is news of another corpse discovered in the rubble at the Village townhouse: the torso of a young woman"The body of the second victim of the blast was not immediately identified and DrElliott Gross, associate medical examiner, said, 'It will take some time before we have any idea who she is'"
Alone at the kitchen table, her father knows who she isSixty sticks of dynamite, thirty blasting caps, a cache of homemade bombs--twelve-inch pipes packed with dynamite--are found only twenty feet from the bodyIt was a pipe packed with dynamite that blew up Hamlin'sShe was putting the components of a new bomb together, did something wrong, and blew up the townhouseFirst Hamlin's, now herselfShe did do it, gave the quaint town its big surprise--and this is the resultGross confirmed that the torso had a number of puncture wounds, caused by nails, giving credence to the report from the police source that the bombs were apparently being wrapped to act more as antipersonnel weapons than just as explosive devices
The next day more explosions are reported in Manhattan: three midtown buildings bombed simultaneously at about one-forty aThe torso's not hers! Merry is alive! Hers is not the chanel classic bags body skewered by nails and blown apart! "As a result of the telephoned warning police arrived at the building at 1: 20 and evacuated 24 janitors and other workers before the explosion occurred The midtown bomber and the Rimrock Bomber must be one and the sameHad she known enough to telephone before her first bomb was set to go off, no one would have been killed and she would not be wanted for murderSo at least she has learned something, at least she is alive and there is reason to be sitting every night in the kitchen waiting to see her at the window with Rita
He reads about the parents of the two young women who are missing and wanted for questioning in the townhouse explosion
The mother and father of one of them appeal to their daughter on television to disclose how many people were in the building when it exploded"If there were no others," the mother says, "the search could be called off until the surrounding walls are removedI believe in you," the mother tells the missing daughter, who, with SDS comrades, used the house as a bomb factory, "and know that you would not wish to add more sorrow to this tragedyPlease, please telephone or wire or have someone call for you with this bolsas louis informationThere is nothing else that we need to know except that you are safe, and nothing we need to say except that we love you and want desperately to help
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The father of the other missing girl is said by the police investigator to be "very uncommunicative He says only, "I have no knowledge concerning her whereabouts And the father of the Rimrock Bomber believes him, understands his uncommunicative-ness all too well, knows better than any other father in America the fendi spy bag replica burden of anguish concealed by the emotionless formulation "I have no knowledge concerning her whereabouts If it hadn't happened to him, he would probably have marveled at the tight-lipped facadeBut he knows the truth is that the missing girl's parents are drowning exactly as he is, drowning day and night in inadequate explanations
A third body is found in the townhouse rubble, the body of an adult maleThen, a week later, a statement appears in the paper, attributed to the mother of the second missing girl, that dissipates his compassion for both sets of parentsAsked about her daughter, the mother says, "We know she is safe
Their daughter has killed three people and they know she is safe, while about his daughter, who has not been proved by anyone to have killed anybody--about his daughter, who is being used by radical little thugs just like these privileged townhouse bombers, who has been framed, who is innocent--he knows nothingWhat has he got to do with them? His daughter didn't do itShe no more set off the bomb at Hamlin's than she set off the bomb in the PentagonSince '68 thousands of bombs have been exploded in America, and his daughter has had nothing to do with a single one of chanel cc logo earrings th

The other is unidentifiedThey've roped her into this too!
He waits all night in the kitchen for his daughter and the girl WeathermanIt is safe now--the surveillance of the house, of the factory, the monitoring of the phones, were dropped more than a year beforeIt's okay now to show upHe defrosts some soup to feed themHe thinks back to when she had begun to lean toward the sciencesBecause of Dawn's cattle, she thought she'd be a vetIt was the stuttering, too, that sent her into the sciences, because when she was focused and concentrated on one of her science projects, doing close work, the stuttering always abated a littleNo parent in the world could have seen the connection to a bombEveryone would have missed it, not just himHer interest in science was totally innocent
The body of a young man found in the rubble of the burned-out house is identified the next day as that of a one-time Columbia student, a veteran of violent antiwar demonstrations, the founder of a radical SDS splinter group, the Mad DogsThe following day the second young woman who fled the bomb scene is identified: another radical activist but not Merry--the twenty-six-year-old daughter of a left-wing New York devil wears prada chanel necklace lawyerEven worse is news of another corpse discovered in the rubble at the Village townhouse: the torso of a young woman"The body of the second victim of the blast was not immediately identified and DrElliott Gross, associate medical examiner, said, 'It will take some time before we have any idea who she is'"
Alone at the kitchen table, her father knows who she isSixty sticks of dynamite, thirty blasting caps, a cache of homemade bombs--twelve-inch pipes packed with dynamite--are found only twenty feet from the bodyIt was a pipe packed with dynamite that blew up Hamlin'sShe was putting the components of a new bomb together, did something wrong, and blew up the townhouseFirst Hamlin's, now herselfShe did do it, gave the quaint town its big surprise--and this is the resultGross confirmed that the torso had a number of puncture wounds, caused by nails, giving credence to the report from the police source that the bombs were apparently being wrapped to act more as antipersonnel weapons than just as explosive devices
The next day more explosions are reported in Manhattan: three midtown buildings bombed simultaneously at about one-forty aThe torso's not hers! Merry is alive! Hers is not the rolex chain body skewered by nails and blown apart! "As a result of the telephoned warning police arrived at the building at 1: 20 and evacuated 24 janitors and other workers before the explosion occurred The midtown bomber and the Rimrock Bomber must be one and the sameHad she known enough to telephone before her first bomb was set to go off, no one would have been killed and she would not be wanted for murderSo at least she has learned something, at least she is alive and there is reason to be sitting every night in the kitchen waiting to see her at the window with Rita
He reads about the parents of the two young women who are missing and wanted for questioning in the townhouse explosion
The mother and father of one of them appeal to their daughter on television to disclose how many people were in the building when it exploded"If there were no others," the mother says, "the search could be called off until the surrounding walls are removedI believe in you," the mother tells the missing daughter, who, with SDS comrades, used the house as a bomb factory, "and know that you would not wish to add more sorrow to this tragedyPlease, please telephone or wire or have someone call for you with this balenciaga handbags motorcycle informationThere is nothing else that we need to know except that you are safe, and nothing we need to say except that we love you and want desperately to help
The very words spoken to the press and television by the father of the Rimrock Bomber when she disappearedWe love you and want to help"Asked if he had been 'communicating well' with his daughter, the father of the townhouse bomber replied," and no less truthfully or miserably than the father of the Rimrock Bomber answering a similar question, "'As parents, we'd have to say no, not in recent years'" His daughter is quoted by him as fighting for what Merry, too--in her dinner-table outbursts decrying her selfish mother and father and their bourgeois life--proclaimed as the motive for her own struggle: "To change the system and give power to the 90 percent of the people who have no economic or political control now
The father of the other missing girl is said by the police investigator to be "very uncommunicative He says only, "I have no knowledge concerning her whereabouts And the father of the Rimrock Bomber believes him, understands his uncommunicative-ness all too well, knows better than any other father in America the sac chloe burden of anguish concealed by the emotionless formulation "I have no knowledge concerning her whereabouts If it hadn't happened to him, he would probably have marveled at the tight-lipped facadeBut he knows the truth is that the missing girl's parents are drowning exactly as he is, drowning day and night in inadequate explanations
A third body is found in the townhouse rubble, the body of an adult maleThen, a week later, a statement appears in the paper, attributed to the mother of the second missing girl, that dissipates his compassion for both sets of parentsAsked about her daughter, the mother says, "We know she is safe
Their daughter has killed three people and they know she is safe, while about his daughter, who has not been proved by anyone to have killed anybody--about his daughter, who is being used by radical little thugs just like these privileged townhouse bombers, who has been framed, who is innocent--he knows nothingWhat has he got to do with them? His daughter didn't do itShe no more set off the bomb at Hamlin's than she set off the bomb in the PentagonSince '68 thousands of bombs have been exploded in America, and his daughter has had nothing to do with a single one of tas hermes th