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An operatic production of Gilligan’s Island to be staged at Liberty State Park is now being planned. A diamond with many facets, this will be part reality show, part drama, part tragedy, part comedy, and part farce — just like Jersey City is each and every day any which way. This jewel in a week long festival setting will establish Jersey City as the Bayreuth on the Hudson (That’s pronounced “BUYroit,” not “Buyright” or “Beirut” — with all the 99 cent stores and street corner shootouts we’ve already got those last two covered.) and will mean prosperity for all. (For those that need like the Strange Interlude small print, “prosperity for all” boils down to some one percenters in New York raking in the big bucks, union guys from the suburbs doing all right, and last but nearly naught least menial minimum wage jobs dropped on the backs of the locals.)
The part of The Skipper will be offered to Ray Lesniak. Suggestions and applications for the other roles are being accepted.
Any and all who wish to participate are encouraged to email firstname.lastname@example.org
My name is Richard LaRovere and I am part of a small citizens’ committee who are concerned that the JCM closed and never reopened.
Our goal is to make people aware that we had a museum at one time and that we should have one again:professionally run and consistently opened. This does not exist at the present time in a city which is the second largest in the state with a 350 year history of recorded settlement.
We are also concerned about the present and future welfare of the artifacts that the museum possesses which are mothballed away in a building no longer its own and that as long as this situation remains irretrievable loss could occur because nobody will know about them and ultimately nobody will care.
I am asking for more Jersey City citizens to join our ranks in our concern by putting pressure on both our city officials as well as the present JCM Board of Trustees that this stop remaining a non-issue: that Jersey City deserves better than this and that we get back this basic cultural amenity for ourselves and our children.
Even though I still have an active team in the running for winning March Madness, I was eliminated last night when Louisville lost to Kentucky. this years picks are so close that you will need more than just the final winner to bring home pool money.
What if it turns out to be a rematch of the Kentucky V Mich State game that I saw with Frankie Failace and Vinny Zingara at Barclays Arena back in December?
Mich State won tht one but Kentucky’s Freshmen are all playing like at least sophomores now.
Elite eight starts later today!
In other news the Port Authority chief quit.
Frank Sinatra might have been born in Hoboken, but as soon as he was old enough to know better, he moved to Jersey City!
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(a feature where we ask you to share the best of the jokes that have passed through your in box this week, so we can all head into the weekend with a smile)
1. Political Correctness from Ron Clemente
2. Good advice fro cabbie- Frank Fischl
3. Medical breakthroughs – jedsey
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Butch Miller has always been a huge Boxing fan, attending many fights and related ceremonies over the years. The pub he operates on Academy St has an entire section dedicated to Boxing and the actual bell from (his godfather) Emile Griffith’s last championship bout is mounted on the back wall there. Last night Butch finally got to meet Jersey City’s only Oscar winner, Leon Gast who directed the inspirational “When We Were Kings” which was about Ali’s big fight with George Foreman. Leon was recovering from a flu which prevented him from visiting Mohamed Ali last month.
In other action last night our “local entry, Kyle Anderson, finished his College career as UCLA bowed out of the Big Dance and it looks like you will need a perfect Final Four and tourney winner to bring home your 2014 brackets. I can’t believe that Bobby Ernst was the only one in our pool to select Louisville as the ultimate winner.
Everybody is griping about the Million dollar Bridgegate report that puts all the blame on Governor Christie’s underlings. The buck hasn’t stopped “here” since the days of Harry S Truman (Brett Schundler could have told you that for a buck twenty nine)
What else is going on around town today?
(See comment on Central Ave fire from Ron Clemente)
I just received word that Mario Costa is being inducted in the NJ Boxing Hall of Fame.
Mario owns just about everything on that corner, which is named for him. He was friends to many local boxers including the late Aurtuo Gatti.
Back in the late-70s, the crew at Hudson Refrigeration warehouse (on Henderson Street, down by the exit of the Holland Tunnel) thought of theft as like a divinely derived job benefit. Mostly, this was the sneaking out of the gate of some relatively small, but high-priced item — Alaskan king crab legs, for instance — by just hiding it under a coat. One particularly ingenious and industrious individual (who hailed from the Heights and had done hard time (along with accomplices) years previous for assaulting a police officer, and who later went on to homelessness and panhandling at the corner of Central and Manhattan) came up with a plan that was both novel and ambitious. On the second floor of the 15th Street side of the building there was a door to wide open air, for what practical purpose I do not have a clue. Our clever character opens that very door one cold day and starts tossing out cases of hams. Unbeknownst to the hero, inside the Tunnel Bar, across the street on Henderson, a straight job driver from the trucking outfit a block away on Provost Street has the falling boxes under a eagle-eye watchful gaze. He counts, one case, two cases, three cases, four cases. No need to be greedy. He starts up the truck and drives over to the scene, gets out, and loads the by now six crates into the back of the truck. The indignant schemer up above is yelling his lungs out, “Hey you! Stop! STOP!” but is duly ignored.
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Read the complete story at Second Thief, Best Thief.