The Greatness that is New Jersey!

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Wanna try again?

By the way....the list I published was furnished to me unsolicited in an email from a relative.

I'm not sure where she got it from....

...and I sure as hell do no vouch for any of the facts.

I just wanted to give you folks a little something to play with....

...so don't take it to seriously.

As you are probably aware Frank I take everything with the utmost seriousness...you have made me feel taken advantage of.....

I can say with the utmost confidence...if the rest of the world would only take things with the same degree of seriousness you do, Bear....

...this planet would be one hell of a lot better place in which to live.

:wink:

You know, you dont have to shout, I can hear you.I guess I have to ask for clariification because we just dont accept any information as true without question. Maybe your sister had correct information and you, being the senile old fool you are, just mixed it up with something like "highest smokestack involving a flue gas desulfurization unit".
What does she define asexclusively the eastern seaboard? If its a line 10 miles in from the Ocean, then I guess you could say that someNJ landfill is afairly high point or somee cell tower on 95 is tall, ok Ill buy that .
North Carolina has the top 2 highest points of all lands east of thewhole Goddam Mississippi.Then theres Mt Washington, Mt Katahdin, Mt Davis, Spruce Knob, Highhpoint is only the higheest point in NJ cause its got a radio tower on top.
Iknow you process hazardous wastes into foodstuff, Ive had fish sticks as a kid every friggin Friday and Ill bet theyre made entirely by Dupont.

jerseys got the cheapest fuel in 5 states , eeven though the state govt feels that we are too ignorant to operate the nozzles ourselves.

Some things I remember as a kid was goin "down the shore" were a giant airplane hanging over rt 40. It was an old lockheed passenger plane witth the tritails , and was a restaurant. My mom never wanted to go there cause she was always afraid that tthe wings would fall off while we were inside. Thats why I think all Catholics are F*d up. I got it from Mom.Then there was Wildwood Crest , where my folks had a little place that always smelled like musty sand and suntan oil. Lotsa beer and poker with guys with vowely last names occured there I always made out like a thieef with tips for getting beers for guys named "sally" and "Ange"Im gonna be 56 and I still have many of the silver dollars I got from those guys with the ladies names.
Jrsey always stood for good times as a kid for me.Its also where i lost my ...uhh.... so I cant say nothin bad about da place.Its done ok fer me.

Now , i spend time in Mullica Hill ceeckin out antiques whenever we get the chance. mrs F and I dont go to the casinos cause unlike Vegas, ATlantic City is one block of opulence surrounded by the squalor of Banda Aceh. NowatImean?

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda **** was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.



Copyright © 1975 Ram's Horn Music

I was born in Joisey. :-D

Middlesex County Hospital, Middlesex (New Brunswick), NJ.

We lived in New Brunswick 'til I was five.

I wasn't my sister.




Hey...I ain't that old!




Anything close enough to the ocean so that it can be seen and smelled.




It ain't. See above.





If I find out you are from New Jersey, you old geezer...and you have not met up for a beer with me and the others who occasionally get together in this area...I am gonna print your next post and then piss on it.





Although I have been in many casinos both in Nevada and down in the islands...I've only been to Atlantic City once...and that was to try out for Jeopardy!. The tryout was conducted in a hotel...and Nancy waited for me in the casino. I entered...found her...and left. Total time in AC casinos...less than 5 minutes.

Great post Farmerman, you captured young Frank's persona in one. :wink:

""highest smokestack involving a flue gas desulfurization unit".

What about Jessup's and Wrights Mill, They must be pretty high, you can see Glassboro from up there. Ah, fishing in Raccoon Creek.


OMG… Jespah said, "I was born in Joisey."

Did I ever tell you guys, I would rather spend five minutes in Joisey than 100 years in Canada or Toronto.

Well, I don't speak like that anymore (Joisey, etc.). We moved to Pa., and that's pretty much my accent, with a little Bahstonian occasionally creeping in, plus Lawng Eyelandese if I'm tired. We moved around a bit when I was a kid. :-D

hmmmmmm

So my talents find me getting passed around again, huh?

That reminds me of a story about BPB and a stripper....

:wink:

Graffiti, I fear the writing is on the wall! I have much to learn.

Jespah, I am so sorry to hear that, you poor thing. I too had to keep one step ahead of the (fed's) moving from place to place. But, I gave them the slip in Hachensack, when I changed my name to Ben Dover. :wink:

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Fool!

Now, "they" know who you are again, Mr. Dover. :wink:

I'd go with Jack Kingoff.

Dude, are you cuming on to me?

I don't know, do you have a Hugh Jass?

Bart " Uh, yes I'm looking for a friend of mine. Last name Jass, first name Hugh."

Moe Hold on, I'll check (to crowd) Hugh Jass. Hey, I wanna Hugh Jass. Oh, someone check the men's room for a Hugh Jass.

(A man approaches Moe)

Hugh Uh, I'm Hugh Jass

(Moe Hands hugh the receiver)

Hugh, hello, this is Hugh Jass

Bart "Uh, hi"

Hugh Who's this?

"Bart Bart Simpson"

Hugh What can I do for you, Bart?

Bart "Uh, look, I'll level with you, mister. This is a crank call that sorta backfired and I'd like to bail out right now."

Hugh All right. better luck next time :wink:

Yeah well, back to New Jersey. You can't even compare growing up anywhere else to growing up in Jersey. I grew up in East Brunswick (not too far from Piscataway and my mother and sister worked in Middlesex Hospital as a matter of fact) and let me tell you there was always something to do. We spent many a school day heading down route 9 to Seaside - riding the waves and the roller coaster suspended over the ocean. When my mother would ask how I got sunburned at school, I'd tell her we had a track and field day.. mothers back then would believe anything. Not to mention all the broadway shows and concerts made available by hopping a bus and riding 45 minutes into Port Authority. But what's better than the location is the people - they don't even try to pretend to be anything but what they are - and I like that - having been raised so totally without it - I have no stomach for pretense or putting on airs. Whatever its shortcoming are, all I know is that I've lived in five other states and two other countries and I don't believe I could have chosen a better place to grow up. I thank God I'm a Jersey girl!