"it's a good day from
        morning till night ...."  
        By
        Jerry Vilhotti 
        "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",
        "Perfidia", 
        "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
        other siblings 
        thought he had stolen their father's love from them and
        eventually would 
        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 
        background. 
         
         
        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
        his classmates.. 
         
         
        "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
        Korean war. 
         
         
        "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
        Johnny thought. 
        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
        hundred dollars 
        from Bing. 
         
        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?"
        Johnny nodded. 
         
        "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
        his arm. 
         
         
        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
        it." 
         
        Johnny was as grateful to the detective as he would be to
        another even 
        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 ...." 
           END 6-26-07 
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