I heart Newark

July 3, 2010 at 7:58 am Leave a comment

Ah Facebook. Repository of the absurd, the profane, the banal, the reverie-inducing.

That last was provoked by a friend’s pic of her standing with Santa at Bamberger’s in Newark, NJ. circa 1965.

Summers spent working at mydad’s dry cleaning story on Washington Street, hanging out at Bamberger’s andtrolling Newark for comics and great food (sausage and pepper, egg andpepper,hot dogs and peppers-all on Italian bread, of course.)

Some of thegreatestsoul acts of the 60’s would play the old movie houses like the Bradford and the Adams (James Brown anyone?) and send us their dry cleaning. The closest I got to stardom was tossing their gold lame’ gowns and silver suits into the dry cleaning machine. I don’t know if it was the perc or my fantasy of living like the people who wore these clothes, but I was high.

Entry filed under: 1960s, New Jersey, Newark, soul.

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