"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...



I might be up in New Haven in a few weeks for my first trip this year
to
the old stomping grounds. I plan to share at least one clam pie for
dinner at Pepe's, and to check out Katz's deli on the Woodbridge side
of
the Merritt Parkway bridge over Whalley Avenue. A lot of my old
friends
like it:

http://katzsdeli.net/menus/deli/

I'm pretty sure we won't be mooning cars from the top of the tunnel,
as
we used to do in the 7th grade:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Heroes_Tunnel.jpg

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For some reason I can't exactly place that tunnel, although I remember
the Merritt Parkway and Whalley Ave.
I got my first driver's license in CT. When allowed to use one of my
parent's cars for a date, I somehow often ended up on top of West
Rock, by the tunnel on the Wilbur Cross Parkway. I remember the
winding, "S" turns climbing to the parking spots on the top. Never
had much time up there as it was always patrolled by the police
looking to "bust" you and your girlfriend just for the fun of it.

I remember the Wilbur Cross Parkway was concrete at the time. Miles
and miles of "ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk" as the tires
hit the expansion joints.

Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment. Les Shaw's is one of the last
restaurants I can remember that required a jacket and tie for the guys
to be seated. They actually kept small inventory of them in the coat
room that could be borrowed if you didn't wear one and wanted to have
dinner. Don't know if Les Shaw's still exists. Probably closed.
The link is a picture ... taken in the 50's but it looks about how I
remember it from the 60's.

http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/45/44721/ct10-6033a.jpg

On 3/26/13 6:30 PM, Eisboch wrote:


"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...



I might be up in New Haven in a few weeks for my first trip this year to
the old stomping grounds. I plan to share at least one clam pie for
dinner at Pepe's, and to check out Katz's deli on the Woodbridge side of
the Merritt Parkway bridge over Whalley Avenue. A lot of my old friends
like it:

http://katzsdeli.net/menus/deli/

I'm pretty sure we won't be mooning cars from the top of the tunnel, as
we used to do in the 7th grade:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Heroes_Tunnel.jpg

----------------------------------------

For some reason I can't exactly place that tunnel, although I remember
the Merritt Parkway and Whalley Ave.
I got my first driver's license in CT. When allowed to use one of my
parent's cars for a date, I somehow often ended up on top of West Rock,
by the tunnel on the Wilbur Cross Parkway. I remember the winding, "S"
turns climbing to the parking spots on the top. Never had much time up
there as it was always patrolled by the police looking to "bust" you and
your girlfriend just for the fun of it.

I remember the Wilbur Cross Parkway was concrete at the time. Miles and
miles of "ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk" as the tires hit
the expansion joints.

Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked there
for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and bandana,
walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to anyone who
wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her idea) decided to
have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I was mortified with
embarrassment. Les Shaw's is one of the last restaurants I can
remember that required a jacket and tie for the guys to be seated. They
actually kept small inventory of them in the coat room that could be
borrowed if you didn't wear one and wanted to have dinner. Don't know
if Les Shaw's still exists. Probably closed. The link is a picture ...
taken in the 50's but it looks about how I remember it from the 60's.

http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/45/44721/ct10-6033a.jpg






The tunnel *is* the one on the Wilbur Cross/Merritt Parkway...the tunnel
was renamed "Heroes' Tunnel. I think I remember reading something about
Les Shaw's closing. It certainly was one of "the" places to go for a
fancy dinner back in the day.

Never "parked" on West Rock. We usually watched the submarine races by
the beach on the east side of Milford Harbor, or along the shoreline in
West Haven, or, along the road past the fence that led to the Yale Golf
Course.

"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...


The tunnel *is* the one on the Wilbur Cross/Merritt Parkway...the
tunnel
was renamed "Heroes' Tunnel.

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That's right too. I'd forgotten that the parkways were one and the
same for some miles.

Used to date a girl from Ansonia. Now *that* was a rough town. She
was a senior at Ansonia High School and I was a junior at Amity.
She asked me to take her to her senior prom. Place was like "The
Blackboard Jungle" except it was co-ed.

I haven't been in that area for many, many years.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRhYNLaziO8

On 3/26/13 7:49 PM, Eisboch wrote:


"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...


The tunnel *is* the one on the Wilbur Cross/Merritt Parkway...the tunnel
was renamed "Heroes' Tunnel.

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That's right too. I'd forgotten that the parkways were one and the same
for some miles.

Used to date a girl from Ansonia. Now *that* was a rough town. She was
a senior at Ansonia High School and I was a junior at Amity.
She asked me to take her to her senior prom. Place was like "The
Blackboard Jungle" except it was co-ed.

I haven't been in that area for many, many years.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRhYNLaziO8


I have absolutely no memory of ever being in Ansonia. I do remember
Shelton, because back then you had to drive through it to get to Lake Zoar.

I do remember fondly how close together so many cities and towns in
Connecticut were and, obviously, are. In the summer, we hung out at
Woodmont with a crowd of kids from New Haven, Milford, Waterbury,
Woodbridge, Stratford, Bridgeport, even from such far away places as
Brooklyn and, gasp! Ansonia. In fact, I remember a nice gal named Rhoda
from Ansonia.

When we got driver's licenses, no one thought it was a big deal to drive
a half an hour to Waterbury or Bridgeport to pick up a special gal for a
date. The Connecticut Turnpike was fairly new, and I think it was two 25
cent tolls to Bridgeport.

My memory of "Blackboard Jungle" was that the school *was* co-ed. I
could be wrong about that. Hey, who would want to go to a single-gender
high school, anyway?

"F.O.A.D." wrote in message ...


My memory of "Blackboard Jungle" was that the school *was* co-ed. I
could be wrong about that. Hey, who would want to go to a
single-gender
high school, anyway?

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Pretty sure it was a boy's only vocational high school in New York
City although it had at least one female teacher.

It was a novel by Evan Hunter later made into a movie back in the
50's.

On 3/27/13 8:30 AM, Eisboch wrote:


"F.O.A.D." wrote in message ...


My memory of "Blackboard Jungle" was that the school *was* co-ed. I
could be wrong about that. Hey, who would want to go to a single-gender
high school, anyway?

------------------------------------------------

Pretty sure it was a boy's only vocational high school in New York City
although it had at least one female teacher.

It was a novel by Evan Hunter later made into a movie back in the 50's.

I saw the movie when it first came out at the Whalley Theater which,
sadly, is now no longer a theater. I think I was about 11 or 12. My mom
took me to a matinee. I just can't remember whether it was a
single-gender school in the movie. Next time it pops up on cable, I'll
watch it.

Do you recall "Hopkins Grammar School" in New Haven? Private boys'
school. It merged with a private girls school some years ago. I had some
friends who went to Hopkins and we always teased them about their
"School for Monks." The great Hillhouse football/basketball player,
Floyd Little, went to Bordentown Military Prep, an all boys prep school,
to toughen up after "normal" high school, before he went on to Syracuse
University.

On 3/27/2013 8:41 AM, F.O.A.D. wrote:


I saw the movie when it first came out at the Whalley Theater which,
sadly, is now no longer a theater. I think I was about 11 or 12. My mom
took me to a matinee. I just can't remember whether it was a
single-gender school in the movie. Next time it pops up on cable, I'll
watch it.

You were boffing sluts when you were 10. Did your mom supervise those
events too? Way kinky!

"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...

On 3/27/13 8:30 AM, Eisboch wrote:


"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
...


My memory of "Blackboard Jungle" was that the school *was* co-ed. I
could be wrong about that. Hey, who would want to go to a
single-gender
high school, anyway?

------------------------------------------------

Pretty sure it was a boy's only vocational high school in New York
City
although it had at least one female teacher.

It was a novel by Evan Hunter later made into a movie back in the
50's.

I saw the movie when it first came out at the Whalley Theater which,
sadly, is now no longer a theater. I think I was about 11 or 12. My
mom
took me to a matinee. I just can't remember whether it was a
single-gender school in the movie. Next time it pops up on cable, I'll
watch it.

Do you recall "Hopkins Grammar School" in New Haven? Private boys'
school. It merged with a private girls school some years ago. I had
some
friends who went to Hopkins and we always teased them about their
"School for Monks." The great Hillhouse football/basketball player,
Floyd Little, went to Bordentown Military Prep, an all boys prep
school,
to toughen up after "normal" high school, before he went on to
Syracuse
University.

-------------------------------------------------

No recollection of Hopkins Grammar School. We only lived in the area
for about 2 and a half years and I was in high school.

My mother had (and still has) a voracious appetite for books and
reading. She's 88 now and in a nursing home. We got her a Kindle and
an account at Amazon and had to have her own Wi-Fi set up in her room
so she can download books. She also still uses her laptop daily for
news and email.

When I was a kid she insisted that I read at least three books during
summer vacations. She didn't care what I read as long as I read
something.
I remember plowing through "Hawaii" by James Michner soon after it
first came out. I was about 10 or 11 years old. It had some content
that some thought was too adult for a 10 or 11 year old, but she
didn't care. It was a great book and I've reread it a couple of
times.

The only time she "interfered" with what I read was one summer when I
got hung up on the original "Hardy Boys" series. I think there were
about 26 of them at that time. After a while my mother suggested
that although the Hardy Boy's stories were good to read, I should also
read other stuff as well. Most I really don't remember but a few have
stuck in my head, like "The Blackboard Jungle", "Hawaii", "The
Miracle of the Bells", "The Little World of Don Camillo" and a few
others.

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Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness. Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some menial
ones.

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In article ,
says...


Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron
and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.
Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some
menial
ones.

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I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in
that outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.