Chair in hand, I make my way
Down the road, across the sand.
I sit by the water, my back to the sun,
And watch what’s left of the day drift away.
During my formative years, downtown Briarcliff Manor was about a block and a half long. Despite its diminutive size, it had just about everything anyone could want. There was a pharmacy, a dentist, a record store, a diner, a liquor store, Joe Weldon’s deli, a gift shop, and Pete’s.
The official title of Pete’s was “Pete’s Stationary Store.” But, it didn’t really sell stationary; it was more of a newsstand with a soda counter in the back. The cash register was hidden behind stacks of cigarettes featuring every model and make and there was a candy rack conveniently placed within the reach of any four-year old child.
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My brother Goose and I went to France together on a Dartmouth study abroad program. As anyone who knows us would attest, this had to be a mistake on Dartmouth’s part. We each stayed with families in what, at the time, was a blue-collar town in central France called Bourges (it is now a spectacularly restored medieval city and very much a prime tourist destination). If you look at a map of France and point to its exact center, your finger will be on the dot labeled “Bourges.”
While there are many stories about our journey there, this story is about a soccer match between the Americans studying abroad and the Bourges soccer team, L’équipe Bourges.
Jeff Lustig was six feet tall in sixth grade. He towered over the rest of us – all 110 pounds of him. He had long arms and long legs. None of us, however, thought too much about this height disparity as we were all going through changes at the time – especially the girls – and, they were far more interesting.
The only time it became an issue was during gym class. Each day, we’d be sent out to run around Todd field – where the high school varsity played football on Saturdays – and Jeff would race ahead, stretching his long legs in wide leaps that took him flying around the field. He always came in first, by a lot…maybe forty or fifty yards a lot.