Being that it is election day it is fitting that we mention that in our Fire Island years Buddy was designated by many in Ocean Bay Park as "The Mayor". It was amazing how many people he knew and how attracted to him they were.
Every Friday night we would all meet to take the ferry out to the beach. Buddy was loaded up with buckets of food for all of us that he procured from the gigantic refrigerator he worked at when he was working with Normie at "Froelich & Newell" (that ice box was effin cold!).
The ferry rides were fabulous, teeming with twenty something men and women. We loved to get our perch on the top deck and enjoy the evening summer air while we socialized and "kibitzed".
Once the ferry landed we proceeded to our house where we spent the next 2 hours prepping and having a few preliminary cocktails before we made our way to "FLYNN'S".
Now "Flynn's" was THE bar on Friday nights. I know you all remember the scene in Saturday Night Fever when Travolta arrives at the disco and the sea of people parts for him.
When Buddy went to "Flynn's" it wasn't like that (have you ever seen him dance - he's no Travolta).
But it was damn close.
(and yes, I will elaborate on the night when Mike Flynn attacked me and Buddy saved my life in a future post.)
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