I knew a kid named Steven shnepper.he hated the name Steve and insisted we call him by his middle name, "Melvin'. we thought that Melvin was a dumber sounding name than Steven so we changed his name to Melvin "schlepper". that was mean because he was born with one foot shorter than the other. to compensate, Melvin had a very high platform made for the right shoe. his shoe was "custom" like my mother's gown for my brother's bar mitzvah.
because we were at that "mean age" we called him " Melvin 10 lb. shoe. we also called him Melvin the shoe schlepper. fast forward 20 years and there was Melvin in an infomercial selling his "proven method for speed reading". he was seating @ a desk and you couldn't see his feet. go know?
My Steve story is silly but true. My husband and I love a restaurant named St. Eve's in HoHoKus, NJ. And guess where its name came from? The owner's name: StEve!
We were affable, not close friends in high school, but I liked the guy.
ROTC was compulsory (I flunked), and once I saw him in an officers' uniform. He was on his way to greater things...in Vietnam.
I thought about him later, writing a little story for graphic novel adaptation of my confrontation with authorities at the Pre-Induction Center (Staughton Lynd picked me up afterward and drove me to the farm house of old Jewish reds, with a Gropper Print on the wall, to stay overnight, the first I learned that Jews were leftwing chicken-farmers). I learned later I got a I-Y. I was unreliable and likely to call for revolt. Steve was safely dead.
I knew a kid named Steven shnepper.he hated the name Steve and insisted we call him by his middle name, "Melvin'. we thought that Melvin was a dumber sounding name than Steven so we changed his name to Melvin "schlepper". that was mean because he was born with one foot shorter than the other. to compensate, Melvin had a very high platform made for the right shoe. his shoe was "custom" like my mother's gown for my brother's bar mitzvah.
because we were at that "mean age" we called him " Melvin 10 lb. shoe. we also called him Melvin the shoe schlepper. fast forward 20 years and there was Melvin in an infomercial selling his "proven method for speed reading". he was seating @ a desk and you couldn't see his feet. go know?
I didn’t see a place to post or leave a comment.
But I’ll look again.
xoxo
Lin Murphy
Be happy in this moment, this moment is your life
On Mar 5, 2021, at 6:14 PM, bookdoctor@rcn.com wrote:
Great story
Can you post it on the site? Xxxx
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On Mar 5, 2021, at 5:01 PM, lin@linmurphy.com wrote:
My first real boyfriend was named
Steve. (Like you said)
I met him down the shore- he was a
friend of a friend. Blonde and Handsome. We dated for a long
time. Very romantic dates surfing
in the early morning. I lived in Staten Island and He lived in NJ and went to Rutgers. I was still in HS.
We were together for 3 years.
Even got engaged. But then he
applied to med school in California
and that was the end of that.
❤️
Lin Murphy
thank you Lin xxx
My Steve story is silly but true. My husband and I love a restaurant named St. Eve's in HoHoKus, NJ. And guess where its name came from? The owner's name: StEve!
From Paul Buhle
We were affable, not close friends in high school, but I liked the guy.
ROTC was compulsory (I flunked), and once I saw him in an officers' uniform. He was on his way to greater things...in Vietnam.
I thought about him later, writing a little story for graphic novel adaptation of my confrontation with authorities at the Pre-Induction Center (Staughton Lynd picked me up afterward and drove me to the farm house of old Jewish reds, with a Gropper Print on the wall, to stay overnight, the first I learned that Jews were leftwing chicken-farmers). I learned later I got a I-Y. I was unreliable and likely to call for revolt. Steve was safely dead.
use or not, as you choose.