10.15.05 Summer Days

Well after 8 days of non-stop rain, it has finally stopped. No covenant with god, no rainbow. A rainbow is light refracted through water, a prism effect. I’m sure that’s the basic explanation, not a sign from god. That is hilarious. I’ve found that there really is no difference between the Greco/roman myths and the god of the bible. The Greco/roman gods were so much more entertaining.

But now it’s officially autumn. Summer days and summer nights are gone. I’m playing a Bruce Springsteen song, ‘Incident on 57th Street’. I am reminded of a funny thing that happened this past summer.

Julio, Stine and I were coming back from Monmouth Beach after yet another splendid day there. Reading, drinking beers, just have a nice mellow time after swimming in the sea. We figured out where Bruce lives, and decided to swing by. Foolish and invasive but fruitless. The road in front of his house was under construction and after driving in circles of his neighborhood, Julio at Stine’s suggestion drove around the Road Closed sign and parked for a minute. Stine and I got out on the right side curb and Julio was getting out on his side. Stine and I lit some cigarettes, and then she started walking down the sidewalk.

Just then out of nowhere, a Cop Cruiser appears, and pulls up to Julio. The officer was younger than us.
He asked us what we were doing. Julio tried to deny anything, saying that we, Stine and I, wanted to smoke. Stine of course, was a dear deer in the headlights. He asked us if we knew who lived there, and Julio, then Stine said no. He looked at me and I said Of Course we know who lives here.

He looked at our ID’s and another cruiser appeared. This cop was hotter, but never got out of the car. We didn’t have any records so he handed our ID’s back, and let us be on our way. He did tell us that Bruce’s security team called him. Turns out Bruce gets fanatics and psychos regularly. Which sucks. It’s really too bad. He has to live a sheltered life. Someone said it seemed reclusive. I mentioned look what happened to John Lennon.

A gilded cage. It was fun but a little sad to be lumped into the crowd of fanatics and psychos. We’ll never go back there again though we do wave when driving past his street.

Stine was funny during the whole thing. She doesn’t deal with authority very well. She doesn’t become aggressive, quite the opposite, she gets very scared. On the way to get something to eat, Julio and I keep making comments about how the police following us. She started to freak, we laughed.

We went to Red Bank and ate at Dublin House. Nice town Red Bank. Lot’s of shops and restaurants, and home of the Count Basie Theatre. After a few beers and pints, we walked around a bit and got some ice cream. To Stine’s annoyance, Julio and I kept seeing undercover cops following us. Then it was back in the car heading homewards to Hoboken.

10.15.05