Dear Pals,
When I eased the Black Pearl into the parking place on the eastside of Hampton Avenue, the first thing that struck me was, "When did Pietro's add an outside street cafe?"
Obviously things had changed since my last sojourn to the neighborhood of my misspent youth. As I crossed the street, I wondered what other changes awaited inside.
I opened the door and made my way through the crowded bar to the maitre d's station and asked a nice young lady, "Can you direct me to the 50th. Anniversary Resurrection Class Reunion?"
She gestured directly down the hall to a room at the end. 'They're in the room at the end of the hall, here let me take you there."
She must have had prior experiences with direction-asking men of my advanced age and mental condition.
But I retorted, "No need my darling, if COKE ZERO - which is an IQ I share with that brand of soda - can find its way through a straw, I'm sure I can still find my way 30-feet down a straight hallway. But you can tell me where the nearest MENS room is? That would be most helpful."
She obliged and I noted the strategic location - a piece of datum of critical importance since my temporary diuretic medicines make me whizzzzzz like a cow on a flat rock 3,582 times a day. Thank God this medically-induced insanity ends in 61 days.
But who's counting!!
I meandered down the hall and into the room at 07:30 pm CDST and was greeted by the somewhat disorienting, "Hey Birkenmeier came after all." Then another voice chimed in, "Yeah, Birkenmeier's full of shit."
I did not immediately recognize the first Wal-Mart greeter, so I asked, "Are you Marvin Potts?" The response was, "Marvin Potts? I'm Rob Churchill!! I oughta knock you on your ass."
The other voice came from Kirk Latta who had male-bonded with Rob, Dave Schlitt and the Kingsland Court crew eons before. As a matter of fact the very night my grandfather died, I was under Latta's grandmother's back porch skipping a Scout Meeting and smoking cigarettes. But I digress.
I had not seen Kirk since we graduated from Augustinian Academy in 1965 ( FYI: Kirk's Mom Mae was a pal of my mother Rosemary - they did the Irish-wife-mother bonding thing. Kirk's dad was an excellent writer who wrote for Field & Stream among others, he had died suddenly leaving Mae to care for an old-country Irish Grandmother, Kirk and his two drop dead beautiful colleen-sisters.)
The males of South St. Louis often greet each other with bluster and bravado as a way of establishing territoriality and rank in the herd. A greeting like, "Birkenmeier's here and he's full of shit," is akin to a verbal Ram's head butt that echoes down the ravines in those deep spruce woods north of Ouray or Teluride.
I took no offense and told Churchill, "Take your best shot." Then, I made like the Virginian in Owen Wister's classic when the hero said, "When you call me that, smile."
I smiled at Rob and Kirk as I shifted my weight to the balls of my feet with undetected cat-like agility and noted the position of nearby steam table lids that might come in handy should the two bull-men's greeting prove to be a harbinger of fisticuffs.
Fortunately, the bravado was just bravado. I apologized for arriving late - and after exchanging a few good-natured thrusts and parries - I made my way to the buffet and prepared to plate up.
Marvin Potts, Rob Churchill and Yvonne Kadlec had done yeoman duty on the event. I could also see Marv's inspection touch as a retired USAF Master Sergeant. There was a certain military precision to the array of stainless steel food warmers. On each one, at Parade Full Dress Review, stood a brigade of Southside soulfoods.
Meatballs in barbecue sauce stood in lines at attention. (...which I gave them)
Fried chicken strips were lined up. Toasted Ravioli, Poor Boy sandwhiches, Mostaciolli ( or, as my newspaper pals at Creco's in Trenton, NJ call 'em, "Pencil Points") and dinner salad completed the traditional roll call.
Bud, Bud Light, Merlot and Chardonnay were flowing like the River Des Peres in flood season.
I made my way to a table to sit with Marvin Potts and his wife and Fr. Benjamin Owens of the Redemptorists - or Rosicrucians - who was sporting Mardis Gras-style beads and a Hawaiian shirt over his traditional Roman collar...an obviously cultivated and ecclectic look that was a cross between Don Ho, Father No-No and Dr. No.
Benjie's Mom was "Auntie Mame!" and he and I shared many laughs about days that are in our rearview mirrors. He turned down my invitation to go to The Art Museum after the reunion to continue our revelry. I had a $500 gift card to the VIP Room at an establishment where the works of art move, dance and writhe to modern pulsing rhythms.
But alas, Benjie would have none of it...he was driving a borrowed mini-van that belonged to his brother Wynne, with the decals of 16 kids on the rear window.
I thought Benjie would enjoy seeing SIN up close and personal - it would be like seeing Carol Doda during her heyday in SF's old North Beach. Besides Fr. Owens could hear my confession and grant me absolution before we retraced our route over the Poplar Street Bridge back to moral Missouri.
I guess he did NOT see the obvious-to-me image enhancing value of the headline:
Bay Area Padre In Children's Minivan Arrested With Village Idiot And Seven Nude Dancer-Escorts in Eastside Escapade In VIP Club's Private Party Rumpus Room.
We'll stay in touch.
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This blog could go on endlessly since so many long dormant memories were stimulated by the synaptic firings in the deep reptillian part of my alleged mind, just above the brain stem.
Here's my impression on each of the attendees in the order in which they appeared in the Reunion Brochure thoughtfully compiled by Marv Potts and his wife for the occasion:
Roland Burjeck - he had changed little since last we met. He was my South Spring neighbor. He cheated at step ball because he always kept score and he always won!
He now spells his name Burjeck...I'm sure it was Burject! I still sport a scar on my face from a piece of sheet metal he dropped down an HVAC duct that I was looking up into from the basement of an underconstruction home in whch we were playing. It missed my eye by 1.75 inches.
OSHA was invented because of people like Roland.
Roland married Kathy Matejka and spent most of his career at McDonnell-Douglas doing stuff for the DOD that he can't talk about. It was fun to see my old pal who was arguably the best math-head in the class.
Rob Churchill - Knight of Kingsland Court. He lived next door to now-Cardiologist, Dave Schlitt' MD, who later saved my life. Rob was taller than I remembered. He still possessed his sense of elan and bravado and wore them like chevrons and military honors.
He served our nation in the 199th Light Infantry Brigade during our Viet Nam adventure. I missed that shoot out. So I stand at attention now and salute Rob for his service.
Gerald "Jerry" Clancy - sent in "Flat-Jerry" in the form of his bio. Despite relentless pleas for his 3-D presence, this popular pal and fellow classmate elected to remain in seclusion in the Fortress Of Clancy at an undisclosed location between San Franciso and Santa Clara...or was it San Diego??
Flat Top was missed!
Patricia Degenhart - now a retired RN, Pat is married to Tom a retired school teacher. Pat looked great! Pat still had the twinkle in her eyes, warm smile and joie de vie. I'd love to see the log cabin they've built at Tom's family's touchstone homeplace near Sullivan.
My brother-in-law has a place that sounds like this on a lake near Cadillac, Michigan. It was a ton of fun to talk with Pat...I'm sure she brought a lot of joy and comfort to the patients in her care - she was an RN specializing in Psychiatric and Chemical Dependency.
Frankly, I'm surprised that we had not crossed paths professionally?
Maybe we did.
EST can mess up the memory.
Judy Hercules - was a no-show. She did say she was coming. I was really disappointed. Judy was hysterically funny and quite "out there" for the times, she also had one of the finest set of 8th-Grade boobs and she was Plan B. If Benjie shot craps.
I guess I'll have to wait until the 60th. to see Hercules Of Hydraulic Unchained!!
Kathryn Hoeflinger - The Queen of Pomona Court and Protectress of 39th Street. Kathy looked great. No longer blonde - now sporting an easy-breezy bob. She runs a floral business that provides greenery to offices, hospitals and commercial sites in Atlanta.
She flew for Eastern for many years. I asked her if she had any kids, She said, "No..." I quicky asked if I could be of service. She took it the wrong way. I expect to see out of my left eye sometime next week.
So much for Plan C.
John Hrin - he was the late arrival to our class and came in 7th grade. John had the stud-muffin, Ed "Kooky" Burns mojo working for him. He was a record-setting Jock. Handsome, funny and extremely likeable in a self-effacing way.
He only managed to look serious and studious for 15-minutes in his entire life...that was the day they snapped his 8th grade class photo.
John lit up Marvin Potts with a joke about getting in the Guinness Book of World Records. It was great to see John again. The women gave his wife the Medal Of Honor and Benjie promised to submit the necessary paperwork to have her declared a Saint now!
John will be exhibit A.
Dolores Kreft - Dodo gets my vote for Best Personal Transformation. In her class photo she had a kind of Three Musketeers with bangs hairdo? Today. WOW! She looked reborn in a new improved and even younger than her years tour de fashion force.
They still call her Dodo and Grandma Dodo - 3 girls, 12 grandchildren. Married to Nick Ribaudo for 40 years.
Dodo was a hair stylist for 45-years. Obviously Paul Mitchell and Nick Ribaudo made her into the stunningly stellar new wave Dodo!! Well done 39th Street lady!!
Kirk Latta - The reunion was the first time we talked since 8th Grade. Even though we went through 4-years of high school in the same class. It was good to see Kirk and catch up a bit on his adventures. I always wanted to be Kirk's pal, but never quite measured up to the standards set by the Kingsland Court Cadre.
I didn't mention our last before-school encounter and neither did he. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
I really liked Kirk and I loved his Mom and fantasized about his two stunning sisters - I was NOT alone in that activity.
There's been a lot of water past the Arch and last night was a time for fun and camaraderie only. I was honored that Kirk called me and Leo Najbart and Rob Churchill up for a special shot of us as the four Augie Doggies.
All's well that ends well.
Kirk's son Kirk works for my pal Butch Suntrup at their Ford Store on Manchester. He looks a lot like his Dad. Need a Ford...call Kirk Latta at Suntrup Ford.
Yvonne Laurance - my pal from school and from Millikan Publishing where I saw her often when I was designing packaging for Bodie Marx and Tom Millikan. Yvonne looked great. We had corresponded via email often as the reunion approached.
Last night we had a lot of fun and I met her husband who had a rose greenhouse business in Kirkwood. I'm addicted to flowers. His last name Kadlec is the same as my pal Dan Kadlec, who wrote the business and financial columns for the late great St. Louis Sun and now writes for TIME magazine. I'm gonna hook 'em up since there is definitely a St. Louis family conncection.
Yvonne looked beautiful and happy and had a flower in her hair. I think I know the man who put it there. The Kadlec Konnection?
James Leininger - Slap me Suzie! I though I was standing next to Mr.Clean or six-foot bottle of Ban Roll-On until he spoke. I instantly recognized his voice and immediately, without hesitation or permission reached out and rubbed my grubby mitts all over his shiney, well-polished head.
I do this for "good luck."
My pal John Burns, the yacht saleman in Florida, will tell you that this Birk habit goes back many many years. Jim Leinenger is now on the list with John Burns, Jerry Della Femina, Telly Sevallas and Jesse Ventura.
So far...no one has punched me!
I read Jim's bio and discovered that he really is The Six Million Dollar Man!!
Great Flying Zort! The only piece of OEM equipment on him are his eyeballs!! He lives in Arnold - the Meth Capital of the Universe!! But there is no confirmed connection of any kind.
Jimmy - call me and let's have lunch at Bobby's Bistro on Telegraph soon!
Leo Najbart - gets my vote for LEAST CHANGED. Leo went to high school with me, Latta and Churchill. He's just retired. Has those great Norweigan genes going for him. Still has all his own hair, is within 5 lbs of high school weight, has a very lovely wife Cherri, who runs Cherrika's Home and Garden shop in historic Kimmswick. ( I have a deep family connection to Imperial and Kimmswick - and its not the Blue Owl!)
If Leo was not such a great guy...it would be easy to hate anyone so well-preserved!! I confessed that I once had a horrible crush on his sister...but I was so painfully shy and girl-retarded that I never acted on the impulse. When I told Leo this, he looked simultaneously horrified, relieved and happy that nothing ever came of it.
Benjamin Owens - arguably one of the two smartest people in our class - I give Burjeck-Burject the edge in math and science - but Benjie gets the prize in pure intellectual prowess and wonderful people skills.
Benjie has lost his boyish pudginess and morphed into The Wise Theologian...as I have into The Wise Buddha-hahaha. ( This may confirm the Churchill-Latta "Birkenmeier is full of shit" assertion.)
The wily Owens did a lateral arabesque and foiled my plot to lure him into a lurid Lao-Tse lap dance...but, I'll work on him...who knows he might even enjoy discussing the Tao.
He's in my sights!
Marvin Potts - I resisted the impulse to rub Marvin's shiney head. My intuition said that that sector was No Man's Land and that any unauthorized incursion into the PBZ (Potts Bald Zone) would be met with deadly force.
I got the distinct feeling that only his lovely (and deliciously funny) wife Marcie was permitted to frolic atop Mt. Potts.
Thanks to Marv for his long and loyal service to our nation. I'm standing at attention and saluting you!
Frank Reinbold - Semper Fi!
If Frank used Touch of Gray - he'd look just like the Frank of yore. Frank was a really good baseball player and an all 'round good guy who was liked by all.
He was pretty funny too...but, you had to listen close because his wit was quick, dry and cutting! Frank's wife Nancy - who I met for the first time - is very cool and you can see their love and devotion to each other.
Frank wrote one of the nicest sentiments about a wife that I have ever read. It appears in the Reunion bio-book.
Frank worked at Sigma...we'll have to explore that connection to see if he knew Tom Cori or Tom Tallarico. Sigma makes my favorite product: Psuedo-Corpse. It smells just like a dead body!! How cool is that? It's used to train search and rescue dogs...it even works underwater.
I wear a splash of it behind my ears on Halloween.
One whiff will part The Red and Dead Seas...and any 12-deep at the bar crowd in the CWE!
Cathy Schneblin - we had lunch at Robust one day before the reunion. Somehow in my oblivious state I missed the fact that she and Bill were an "item."
Since I was going stag because my wife, Loring Van Slyck was in Michigan, I offered to pick Cathy up in Kirkwood and make the swing in 44 to Pietro's.
This was a minor source of embarrassment that I sloughed off like a layer of snakeskin.
Doh!
Barb Singleton - actually reminded me of my wife Loring. Same well-proportioned athletic build and youthful look that belies the "rings on the trunk" if you know what I mean.
Plus! Get this! Barb is a Personal Trainer who works in her home in Greenbriar - where Loring and I lived for many years at 139 Sweetbriar.
Barb was at BJC in Heath Promotion and Marketing for 10-years. I'll bet we know dozens of people through the BJC-Jewish-Childrens-WU and Central Institute for the Deaf networks.
Eileen Voight - Is Bob Schindler the luckiest guy in the world? Or what! Eileen is so statuesque and charming and graceful in the most correct and feminine sense of the word.
I discovered that Frank Reinbold's wife is her cousin and kind of a "mini" version of Eileen.
Happiness radiates and resonates from Eileen. Always did. Always will.
Ken Weis - a very close second to Leo Najbart in the Least Changed Dept. Ken is no kin to my pal John "Two-S" Weiss of Weissprice.com -need a Volvo or Toyota...see John Weiss...The Weiss Price is very nice.
For a great Catholic education see Ken Weis. Life long teacher and principal in the Parochial School System. He also spent time during his military service in Berchtesgarden, Germany (Hitler's Alpine Retreat and part of Germany's National Redoubt).
He and his lovely wife Nanc have shared the teaching experience and I'm sure many knuckleheads have benefited from their "Weisdom" and nicedom.
Norbert Schneider - It was fun to see Norbert, who is with the USPS in Tempe, Arizona. I thought he had become a priest like Benjie, but he opted out of that path for the USPS. In Tempi no less!! Which is like being in USPS heaven. We caught up just ever so briefly - but I'll get Norbert's email and well connect the dots.
I resisted the temptation to regale Norbert with my extensive repartee of "Goin' Postal Jokes." The Glock-shaped buldge under his shirt set off a Def-Con 5 Birk Alert!
Nancy Wood - if she was there...I missed her. I remember her as being a very shy girl. She was kinda the Anti-Judy Hercules.
Barb Norath - was MIA too - I had a Mugambo-cheetah thing for Barb - but she "scared me" - she was one awe inspiring babe! If she'd have given me the time of day or snapped her fingers, or whip...well, I might be Mr. Norath today.
Ahhh...the twists and turns of life.
It's like riding a cross between The Screaming Eagle and a Tilt-A-Whirl.
As they say in the amusement park business...the ride's not over til "The Fat Lady Flings!"
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So what happened last night after the reunion?
Did I go to the eastside to rock, roll and revel til the dawn's early light in the VIP Room at the Penthouse Club in Sauget?
The answer is:
A) YES...with Sugar 'n Spice...it was soooooo nice
B) NO...went straight home and to bed by 10:30 pm
C) "Birkenmeier is full of shit."
D) None of the Above
Thanks for the memories and the mammaries,
Birk, Commonsensetarian and Citizen of The Republic
PS: I did finish the trip down Memory Lane and had a little nightcap and thought fond thoughts of Bill "Willy" McLoughlin, Charolette Hrebec, Susan Peters and Carol Travis, my friend who lived just up the block from my boyhood castle keep at 4436 South Spring Avenue, St. Louis, Missouri 63116.
Stay in touch dear classmates!
FYI: Sugar 'n Spice were very nice...: )
Remember what countless women have written on Powder Room stall walls from San Francisco to St. Louis to Dublin to Cairo to London to Nieuw Vennep.
"See Birk for a really good crime!"
My St. Louis-based PSI-quantum crime thrillers: SHOE TOWN and DOUBLE WHAMMY are out on Amazon and Kindle now!
The next book in The Berkshire Chronicles - MEL'S HOLE - will be out in December 2011 - just in time to ruin the holidays!
If you enjoy mischief, mayhem, gratuitous sex-capading and lots of bloody murders, The Berkshire Chronicles will be right up your alley. They will make you gasp as they scare your pants off...and on...and off again!
If you'd like to appear as a "colorful character" in an upcoming book like Skinker Stinkers or Delmar Looped...let me know!
You can be yourself or let me name a fictional fantasy character in your dishonor
But you have to fill out an e-release that I'll send you!
Maybe I'll see you at Picadilly at Manhattan - Google it for a great time!
PS 2: It is Resurrection not Res-erection...nor is there any truth whatsoever to the viscious rumor about Marv being the little peter tweeter.
Hrin made that up!