By Joey B "The Cicce" Bevacqua

Chapter Three: "Knock, knock ... Who' s  there?... F.B.I...."

All names have been changed, in order to protect the innocent as well as the guilty.

The truck came to a screeching halt in front of our house, out jumped Chicken Harry, Gene Rags, and Matty B. They lugged a huge cardboard box into the house. Dad and I opened the box, and inside was a television console in Italian fruitwood. This was a piece of furniture!!!  For the next 3 days I did not leave the TV set.....

Saturday morning we woke up to a knocking at the front door. Mom and I went to the door."Who's there?" " FBI …Open up!" came the answer… As soon as we opened the door, two men rushed into the house and went directly to the TV, checked the serial number …and out went MY TV! Easy come easy go! Guess what? We had a stool pigeon in the neighborhood. Dad, of course, did not know who he bought the TV from, when they questioned him.

EVERYTHING FELL OFF A TRUCK IN JERSEY CITY! THIS WAS THE NORM.
Bruno Magli, a famous Italian shoe manufacturer, had the misfortune of having his warehouse in Jersey City. Soon you saw everybody walking around in $ 500.00  shoes… and believe me, they were not paying retail! When it was time to do inventory at the warehouse, they discovered lots of boxes and no shoes. To bad Bruno!!!!!

Need a suit? NO PROBLEM!! Walk around the block to the SLIP INN LOUNGE.Enter the front door, through the restaurant, into the kitchen, up a flight of stairs and voila! The word was out! They just got a load of $1000  designer suits. I headed over and got one for 75 BUCKS. They had every size, but only one style and color. So what! What a DEAL!

Sunday came and it was time to go to church at HOLY ROSARY. I put on my new suit, slipped on my Bruno Magli’s and headed over. Up the stairs I went, and opened the huge door. Lord and behold, as I looked forward there was my suit sitting in every pew, and I am sure the Bruno’s were here too. Well, they say: THE LORD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS!

My cousin Nick (Little Nicky) Fugaro called and invited me to a birthday party, I put on my brand new Made in Italy Designer lambskin Blazer; my latest purchase from the “Slip Inn Lounge”. I picked up Dad at the house and sure enough, he was wearing the exact same blazer. We both laughed as he entered the car.

We drove to the party and sat at the family table. The door opened and my cousin Joe (Joey Small) Scatamorte came in wearing the exact same blazer. We all burst out laughing, and laughed at cousin Nick wearing the “Holy Rosary” designer Suit.  

Jersey City was one strange place! I would call it Fantasy Island on the Hudson.  Because anything could be had there.....

Next Chapter: Atlantic City ....Here we come!

Miss Chapter 1 or 2?

Chapter 1- http://www.playamayanews.com/article479.html

Chapter 2- http://www.playamayanews.com/article498.html

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