"it's a good day from
morning till night ...."
"Oh, it's a good day from morning till night
...." A Burywater radio
station's music blared in the background.
Johnny always listened to it before he left for school.
He had loved listening to all the music coming from
The Make Believe
Ballroom Time which his oldest sister Alice in
Wonderland would put on. He loved all of
those songs like "Amapola", I'll Get By",
"Serenade in the Night" .... which would
forever be a part of his life.
Then his older brother Leny One N would call the four
year old to go fight some kid from "aroun da
cawna". Leny always made sure he got the biggest six
and seven year olds to fight Johnny so he would get
bigger odds. Leny wasn't called the promoter not for
nothing! And fight Johnny did - all frightened up inside
and winning despite many betting against him who could
have been Julie Garfinkle later to become known a
"Everybody Dies" John Garfield, Tami M. who
would fight the great Joe Louis and actually stagger him
in the first round which would be Tami's last punch in
the fight, the Beloise brothers good fighters too,
Principal Patrie who introduced the future "sure
sure" guy into an acting program in his school which
did get the tough kid to lose
his stammer which enabled him to articulate and emote
better, Ernie Lombardi who was going to college, aroun da
odder cawna, being one of the seven blocks of granite who
were depriving other football teams from scoring, the
three guys who killed a sadistic cop who would beat
up five year old wop kids who were going to grow up to be
Lucky Lucianos or Al Capones and were able to walk away
after three weeks of Guantanamo beatings adhering to the
East Bronx code - " if you don;t talk you
walk", Edgar Allen Poe's ghost who had roamed the
cobble stoned streets of Fordham Village chasing his
inner demons of mass destruction because they
thought the smiling boy with blond curly hair could never
get angry enough to protect himself fully. All this was
going on while Von Braun, who surrendered to the
Americans afraid of what the Soviets were going to do to
him after helping to kill millions of
their children, was working hard in Germany on his big
bomber impregnated with massive bombs that could drop on
the children of New York City just as he did on those
living in England as well.
The house was empty: His father, who proclaimed Johnny
was his favorite child to all who could hear ever since
he was born miraculously coming out of his wife's
thirty-nine year old body four years after her
miscarriage which Doctor Bulldog Mc Kenna said precluded
any more disgusting guineas from coming out of her
Valentino hole, had gone to work in the chemical factory
that had explosions at least once a month since no safety
measures existed to protect the workers but made bigger
profits for management and eventually when the great wall
knocker downer would begin killing unions so no such
thing about safety and fair wage would exist in the land
of the homeless and free of the brave.
His mother had gone to work in a garment factory that
within a few years
would lose their industry to the South. Then the South,
in turn, would
lament that what they had stolen was being gleaned away
by Asia and Latin America because of the cheaper wages
and his older brother Tommy Tom Tom was in New York City
beginning his efforts to get a college education at
Brokenland College by courting an older woman from
Norwalk who would work to put him through school.
Barbie would become the first of Tom's four wives.
His oldest brother Leny Missing N was doing his second
year at the Lepke Reformatory for attempting
a daylight stick up in "beautiful" downtown
Burywater which would get flooded by the polluted river
taken away from natives called Mattatuck Tribe massacred
because they didn't believe in their First Testament God
Who had tried to whack all mankind for fucking up , with
two older friends, of a smoke shop. The first friend was
a former marine who had helped take Iwo Jima and would
squeal after just ten minutes of
"interrogation". The second friend was a sailor
who had helped win the
battle of Midway while his wife was fucking half the half
men of the city
who had rooted for the great leader who was going to
cleanse the earth of all inferiors while sipping their
soup with Hitler's mustache floating among the
vegetables. Both guys had contributed in getting
rid of dictators only to have them be replaced by others
- one of whom called the village idiot by Nostradamus -
would try to do what Hitler couldn't in his cabal that
was running the land of the afraid.
Johnny was relived all his siblings were gone except for
Alice who had
protected him ever since he could remember from since his
thought he had stolen their father's love from them and
join them in their jealousy of the kid who would marry at
the age of
nineteen a girl named Linda Ann with strawberry blond
hair and eyes of blue and green to help him bring fourth
three children who would grow up in their one family home
they would "buy" in their late twenties after
Johnny would graduate from Harlem Collage. Alice
would elope with a former-sailor who would tell everyone
he met he had shot down around a million kamikaze planes
all by himself like the Duke and the old Gipper in other
theaters to assure their country would win the war with
no help from others like limes, dirty communists whose
ideas were threatening the fourth world order to begin -
like gays were tempting "straights" from
leaving their marriages.
Johnny's oldest sibling Tina of the Troy was on her way
to destroying her
family of four children and a husband Al who had rescued
her from the war she was having with her mother who kept
calling her the biggest whore in The Bronx because of the
many suitors pursuing her for a good lay. she played golf
during the warm months and got many holes in one charging
the golfers a five spot for a shot deep inside her while
Al worked fourteen hours a day lifting one hundred-pound
bales of rubber. Al would die at the age of fifty-two six
years after she divorced him for being jealous.
Johnny began his half-mile walk to school and was joined
by an eighth grader named Mike the Franciscino.
"So kid you're in the second grade, huh?"
Burywater kids would often end their sentences that way.
Especially if the one being spoken to weren't part of
their race (nationalities were called races in the city
that was adjacent to a river that would flood the area
every few years until someone got the bright idea to
build a dam ten miles north of the town).
"Yeah and you got just another month to go before
you escape," Johnny said feeling he had forever to
go till he was in eighth grade. He was stuck with the
same second grade teacher who had insisted that he be
left back since he continued to talk Bronx (dropping most
of his R's). She had pinched him severely the day Leny
was arrested. She asked him over and over if he were
going to be like Leny who not only was a thief but had
thrown their principal Miss Moriarity down a flight of
stairs the day he quit school. Miss Moriarity looked very
much like the father of the country - George Washington.
"Oh, it's a good day from morning till night
...." the radio blared in the
He was an eighth grader and this day the whole class was
being taken to the oldest amusement park in the country,
four towns to the northeast, for a day of fun as a reward
for selling twenty chance tickets, each, to cover their
entry ticket and some to support the troops doing a
police action in Korea.
By nine O Clock they arrived at the gates where they
could see the roller
coaster and the big wheel going full steam. This made for
great waves of
thrills to go through stomachs of thirty youngsters.
After an hour of rides, a guy around twenty years old
approached Johnny who was being followed by two-thirds of
"Hey kid, this is your big escape day, huh?"
Johnny nodded aiming for the bumping cars.
"Hey what's your name?"
Johnny told him as he was reaching for his last dollar;
money he had earned by doing a friend's paper route while
he was going to see his older brother at Fort Dixie
before he was shipped over as more fodder for the North
"Hey, let me cover this for all you guys and after
the ride I'll buy all of
you hot-dogs and sodas!" the guy called Bing O'Mally
said. He smelled of
Ivory soap. All those of that race smelled of soap, or so
Especially during the ethnic war that was going on
between his people and the race that had come before
them. When the older guys were torturing "the
dirty mic, harp, cabbage eating bastard", Johnny
asked why they were doing that? All of the big guys
shouted to the ten-year-old: "Because these Christ
killers do us the same way - jerk!"
For the rest of the day, Bing bought them rides and food
and just before
they were going to board their bus back to Burywater,
Bing asked Johnny for a favor: "Listen, kid, can you
help me out? I have all my savings on me that I saved for
the past four years. My father's an alcoholic and
says he's going to take my money to drink it up. So can
you hold this till tomorrow? I'll meet you by the green
and you can take out the bus fare. OK?"
Johnny said he would and took the fat roll of about nine
At three in the morning, a loud knocking vibrated
throughout the house.
Johnny's father answered the door.
"Mr. Sangue, you have a son named Johnny? I'm
Detective Flaherty. Can I see him?"
Johnny came out to his father's call.
"Listen kid, do you know a guy named Bing?"
"Did he give you some money to hold for him so his
father wouldn't get it?"
Johnny nodded and went to his room to get the roll and
when he handed the money over, his mother, still in her
nightgown, began calling him a thief and began to bite
Johnny was trying to free himself from her teeth by
lifting his arm up and
down. Since his mother was only five-feet tall, six
inches shorter than he
nevertheless, she continued to dangle from his arm.
Johnny kept smiling and saying it was nothing; afraid the
cop was going to take her away.
"No Mrs. Sanque. Your boy didn't steal the money the
other boy did and he says Johnny had nothing to do with
Johnny was as grateful to the detective as he would be to
though, instead of being an American-Irish, he would be
an American-Italian who would tell his fellow detectives
to let the kid alone. "It wasn't his fault his
brother was Leny One N. The kid was just twenty years old
when two of Leny's friends had robbed telephone booths
while Johnny was asleep in the back seat of their car. He
just went for a ride with them after they played poker.
Hey the kid has straightened himself out and hes
going to Harlem College. I say let the kid be and let him
make something of himself. Don't forget the kid did play
baseball for Commercial High and was pretty good too and
I think he should have been all city for hitting three
hundred and sixty eight against our other high school
teams while the other kid from Suffer the Little Children
High, Ambrose Kelly, hitting two nineteen, got the award
his second year in a row."
The next morning Johnny awoke and put the radio on and as
usual the station was playing its theme song: "It's
a good day from morning till night ...."