Frying Pork Chops Naked
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Eric Litsky brings us on a funny, rollicking, heartfelt trip down memory lane, from coming of age adventures, to growing up and still being the free-spirited and roguish adult that keeps the neighborhood on its toes.
And then there was the time I nearly burnt down my house. I didn't mean to. I blame it on t
Eric V Litsky
Eric Litsky was born in the Bronx and raised in Queens in the middle of the post-war, baby boom years. After his tumultuous college years at the University of Hartford in CT he had a 10-year career in advertising/public relations followed by three decades as a commercial real estate broker.Between his careers and raising a family, Litsky has been an amateur singer/songwriter, tango dancer, stage actor, musician (tuba player) and now a first-time author. The stories of his life are handled with a light touch and self-deprecating humor.He resides with his wife Norma in Northern CT
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Frying Pork Chops Naked - Eric V Litsky
Frying Pork Chops Naked
Another pocketful of funny life stories
Eric V. Litsky
Copyright © 2023 by Eric V. Litsky
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact Eric V. Litsky at www.EricLitsky.com
ISBN: 979-8-9883776-0-3 (print)
Book Cover by Arlene Soto, Intricate Designs
Formatting and Publishing Consulting by Bannon River Books, LLC
First Edition
Contents
Prologue
1.The Big Red Kiss
2.A Hot Dog, a Coke and a Fantasy - Two Bucks!
3.She Rolled Her R’s and Crossed Her Legs
4.We Called Him Stinky
5.Edison Would Have Cried
6.Being 12
7.Me and the Mick
8.Max and Nat
9.Stamp This
10.Repair the World
11.The Lifeboat
12.The Peanut Farmer
13.Biking Through the City
14.The Farmer in the Dell
15.Treading Water
16.Swimming With Sharks
17.Police Camp
18.O Canada
19.Cancun, Mexico
20.On the Street Where I Live
21.Good Neighbors
22.Putting the FU in Funeral
23.It is the Journey - Not the Destination
24.My Own Personal Woodstock
25.Art is in the Eye of the Beholder
26.It Takes Two to Tango
27.Tap That
28.Witty Witness
29.Frying Pork Chops Naked
30.The Biggest Boob on a Topless Beach
31.The Not so Wild One
32.Grand Theft Auto
33.Delicious
34.Friends Since Eisenhower
Acknowledgments
About the Author
image-placeholderPrologue
America’s Pastime
Some games you win. And some games you lose. And some games get rained out. But you have to dress for all of them.
Or you could find yourself naked and wet.
In my first book, Harry Would Be So Proud, I wrote several stories of how baseball weaved in and out of my life. How it brought me close to my father. How my Uncle Jack took me to my first NY Mets game at the Polo Grounds. It was the second game of their inaugural season. They were terrible. They lost. But it made me a lifelong fan.
I wrote how I finagled World Series tickets a decade later. I naively called the owner of the Mets directly. I then slept through the entire series with a nasty case of the flu.
I wrote how my grandfather who knew nothing of baseball took me to a double header which he later referred to as a ‘double headache.’
Baseball has been a constant in my life since my earliest days at PS 176.
Until I took up smoking and girls, I collected baseball cards. I would spend my entire allowance on them. A pack of 6 cards included a flat stick of bubble gum. It was only a nickel.
I read the stats on the back of each card wondering how my stats would stack up when I got to the majors. I treasured my Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, Hank Aaron. The great stars of my day. Their baseball cards were kept in mint condition.
My first foray into gambling was flipping baseball cards. Holding a card at my side I would flip it down attempting to land each or most of them either on heads or tails.
My opponent would need to match whatever I threw down. There were usually five cards gambled in each match. It was ‘winner take all.’ And then we’d go again. I won much more than I lost. I had many hundreds of baseball cards in a large box in my bedroom closet.
My baseball cards from those days would be worth thousands of dollars today. But you already know what happened. My mother threw them out when I left for college.
When my first grandchild was born, I began making annual purchases of an entire rack of Topps Baseball cards. Every card printed. All 700 of them. I had hopes that one of my grandchildren would be drawn to collecting baseball cards. Or at least cashing them out when they are ready for college.
It is now almost twelve years later, and I can’t wait to get these damn cards out of my house.
My dream was to play professional baseball. Our local baseball field backed up to the Cross Island Parkway in Queens.
As a young teenager I could easily clear the 15 ft outfield fence, lofting a home run into highway traffic. It is hard to imagine that no one was killed. But that was New York in the 1960’s. No one thought that far ahead.
My high school was Andrew Jackson High School, a large urban school in St. Albans, Queens. We had 4,000 students. Its baseball field behind the school was run down. Broken glass. Large divots in the outfield.
These were not the manicured fields found on Long Island on the other side of the Cross Island Parkway. It separated the lower middle-class borough of Queens from the nouveau-riche communities of Nassau County.
By the time I got to high school I was a very good defensive catcher with a strong and accurate arm. I could hit a ball a long way if it were thrown straight down the middle of the plate.
But my knees buckled when I was thrown a curveball.
A curveball is thrown in close to the batter. Its spin allows it to curve over the plate into the strike zone. Great hitters can pick up the spin of the ball as it leaves the pitcher’s hand, and then smack it as it curves over the plate.
I was not a great hitter.
I don’t know how many times I stood at the plate hearing the umpire shout,Strike three!
I spent most of the season riding the bench. It was there where my dream of playing pro ball died.
But that didn’t stop me from being a lifelong fan.
From the ages of 12 through much of college, I attended opening day at Shea Stadium watching my beloved NY Mets. Usually, they would lose. I would cut out of school with a few friends. It would be a day to remember.
School was chaotic. No one missed us. Upper deck seating was inexpensive. A few dollars got us in. Hot dogs were only 40 cents. We’d stomp hard on the small mustard packages. Sending a stream of yellow mustard down to the mezzanine seats below.
Of course, there was the opening day when my buddy Bob banged the seat next to him so hard it broke off. For a time, the seating capacity at Shea was reduced to 57,332, since Bob took the seat he broke off home with him.
I grabbed one of the red, white, and blue pieces of bunting that draped the upper deck and snuck it out under my jacket. That bunting became a decorative bed covering for my last two years of high school.
Years later I had my sons skip school and off to Shea Stadium we went for opening day. I would send a note letting their school know that they needed to attend an ‘important’ family function.
Early in our relationship I took my wife Norma to a night game at Shea. It was her first major league game. As we walked in, her eyes filled with tears. Her father played baseball in Mexico where she grew up. He was a huge fan and he loved to take her to games when she was a little girl. She’d sit on his lap as he explained the nuances of baseball.
Her dream was to bring her dad to a NY Mets game and maybe the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. But that was not to be. He passed away before that could happen.
Each year Norma and I fly to a National League city to watch a Mets game. Of course, we also go to the local art museum, eat the local fare, and listen to music. But it is the ballgame that is the primary draw for us.
I have collected signed baseballs of several of my favorite Mets players which I keep in my office. I also have a pair of red upper deck seats in my family room from Shea Stadium which was demolished in 2008 to make way for the Mets new home, CitiField.
A brick in the sidewalk at the main entrance to CitiField proudly states:
Litsky Family
Loyal Mets Fans since 1962
Baseball has been a constant in my life and the life of my family. My grandfather spoke of Hank Greenberg a fellow Jew from the Bronx, who once nearly toppled Babe Ruth’s single season home run record.
My father talked of Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio and his hitting streak of 56 consecutive games, though he might have been more famous for being married to Marilyn Monroe.
I look back on the days of Mickey Mantle patrolling center