MARTY
He was guy, a real handler, worked
at the carwash in Iselin. Every day,
just about, I'd see him walking. To
or from that post - that car wash
major duty of suds and soap and
cash. He'd have a pocketful of tips,
a long time back, when 50 cents was
a quite big deal. We all called him
'Mahty' because that's the way he
talked. Just never spoke an 'R'.
We all figured, must'a been the
Bronx, or somewhere else like
that. Maybe even Boston;
we never got that fact.
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