Finding
Bill Kelly – July 28, 2001
Flashbacks
and Memories of the Summer of ‘63
By
Suzanne K.
Heading “down
the shore” as they say in Philly, on a late July Monday, old ghosts haunted me. My good
friend Gerry happily agreed to be my tour guide as she is Tinker Bell and is
always up for adventure and fun.
Had not
been inside a bar in Somers Point since the 60’s. Also last saw Ocean City in
full season in the summer of ’71.
Was
following the advice of my writing teacher to find old haunts from the early ’60s. "It’s tax deductable," he said, with more encouragement than I had hoped for.
Since I
spent most of my leisure hours at the Point, our first stop was the Anchorage
Tavern, where we found a busy restaurant and empty bar around 1 pm.
The
bartender was very nice but too young for the memories I was looking for. But he told us, “You just missed the best person in town to talk to – Bill Kelly.”
“Wow,”
Gerry said, “I have his book ‘300 Years at the Point!’”
“You
might find him at Gregory’s,” the bartender said, and off we went in search of
Bill Kelly.
Gregory’s
was the second stop on our list and driving up and seeing what looked like a
flash back to the past sent waves of nostalgia flooding my senses. Cheep beer,
romance and good times were always available at Gregory’s. It was always the
first stop on the way to Tony Marts or Bay Shores or both. The evening often
ended at the Dunes – Dune’s Till Dawn.
When I
got off the bus in early April of ’63, I was 18 going on a hundred. By the time
Memorial Day arrived and serious carding kept most under-age drinkers out of
the Point, I was already a regular and no one carded me. I looked older and was
glad, would like to think I look younger now. How time changes the way we want
to be perceived!
Back in
the early ‘60s the Point had a sophisticated style as college kids prevailed
and cool was in. To my 18 year old eyes it was ever so special.
The
lunch crowd at Gregory’s sat around an oval bar, most at the far end. It was an
older crowd and exactly what I had hoped for.
Walking
in bravely, I carried my Cannon Rebel camera and Gerry carried the notebook
where the famous research notes would be collected. We were trying to look cool
and professional, women to be taken seriously.
“Is Bill
Kelly here?” I said in a loud and determined voice. Silence filled the room.
“Does
anyone here know Bill Kelly?” I asked, and laughter brightened the room. The
bartender said,
“Everyone knows Bill Kelly.”
“Everyone knows Bill Kelly.”
Quickly
the smiles retreated. Felt like strangers who walk into the tavern at high noon
in an old western not welcome and often shot.
I
explained that I was writing a novel about the early ’60’s when I waitressed in
Ocean City, and I heard he had written a book about the Point.
Smiles returned but silence remained. No one agreed to be interviewed. I gave the
bartender my card with psychotherapist crossed off and “writer” written below.
Put my cell number on the back, which I use only for emergencies, though this
was beginning to feel like one.
Told the
bartender to give the card to Bill Kelly as we would like to take him to
dinner, if we should get so lucky!
We
headed for the Point Diner, the third place on our list. It’s impossible to
miss as you drive around the circle on your way to the bridge to Ocean City. If
driving into your past was possible this was it.
Only
thing missing was the bakery, the late night Soprano crowd and the guy who left
me with a heart in a thousand pieces. The juke boxes in the booths brought
flashbacks of “us” sitting there after a night of dancing and romantic young
love, the kind you never forget. How easy it is to love a stranger!
Our
next stop was the Ocean City Historical Society and the local library. We never
got there that day. “One more stop at Gregory’s, you run in and if you are not out
in five minutes I will park,” Gerry said.
Walked
into the larger late lunch crowd of about 14, including a few stragglers from
before, all over 40. Felt like I had entered a time warp.
Almost
everyone smiled this time except for one guy in a Hawaiian shirt who looked
like half of him should be in Key West. The baseball cap gave him a friendly
boyish look even without the smile.
Asked
if Mr. Kelly ever showed up?
Someone
pointed to the part-local guy. Walked over and asked him if he was, in fact,
Bill Kelly?
Serious
mistrust clouded his face and I saw my card in front of him. Suddenly I
panicked, thinking my ever so private cell number was being passed around the
room.
Grabbed
my card and started to leave with a few choice words trailing behind me. The
bartender stopped me. “He really is the guy you’re looking for.”
Returned
and put my card back. Bill almost smiled and said, “Your number is already on
the bathroom wall.”
I
had to laugh even if it was true. “
“Your
card says psychotherapist?”
“Not
anymore,” I said, being looked at in disbelief. I explained as fast as I could,
figuring I had about one minute to reinvent myself. “My writing teacher Bill
Kent from Penn sent me here to do research.”
Suddenly
a smile, he had heard of him.
Gerry
then walked in and my trip down Memory Lane started as Gerry furiously took
notes.
Bill
introduced us to the cast of characters. Bill said, “You need to talk to that
guy over there, he was the head lifeguard on the 9th Street Beach in
the early ‘60s.”
Looked
across the bar to see a man who looked toned and God-like. Not only did he validate
my memories, he misted over when I asked him if he knew a beautiful and
voluptuous women who ended her nights sleeping on his beach in her blue jeans.
There were so many witnesses to help me fill in some of my cloudy memories.
Skipping
down Memory Lane an adorable man, who was somewhere between 16 and 40 brought
in his catch of the day – a golf bag! This was Peter Pan who brought laughter
to everyone, including some of the ghosts in the room, sealing this moment in
time forever. I took a picture of him outside with the Gregory’s sign in the
background. Got another of him inside with Tinker Bell.
Bill
gave me his book and I have had time to read it! He may have only been 12 in ’63
but he was able to capture the spirit of those times more clearly than one who
was there. Guess that is what makes him a great writer. He also gave me some
other ideas that have been priceless to me. We invited him to dinner. It was
his birthday! He invited us to join him and friends at the Bubba Mac Shack
where Bubba was having a 50th birthday celebration along with Jerry
Blavat, owner of Memories bar in Margate. Many remember Jerry mainly as a
famous DJ from their past.
At
Gregory’s we said goodbye to all and finally made the trip over the bridge to
empty the car and return to Somers Point around 7. What a celebration and dance
party! Bubba’s was rocking with “oldies” like me. Wondering if we would ever
find Bill again, we asked the hostess and she directed us to the dance floor.
There he was standing on the stairs overlooking the dance floor, relaxed and smiling among his friends. He looked happy to see us and introduced us to his many friends who never stopped coming over with birthday greetings. Fifties music prevailed and Gerry and I danced with each other, Bill and others. It really did not matter who you danced with! Taught Gerry the stroll as she is too young to remember it. What fun! Felt like the entire night was at trip into the Twilight Zone.
There he was standing on the stairs overlooking the dance floor, relaxed and smiling among his friends. He looked happy to see us and introduced us to his many friends who never stopped coming over with birthday greetings. Fifties music prevailed and Gerry and I danced with each other, Bill and others. It really did not matter who you danced with! Taught Gerry the stroll as she is too young to remember it. What fun! Felt like the entire night was at trip into the Twilight Zone.
Lost
him again, and wondered if we would ever find Bill Kelly again. We asked a
women we had met earlier if she saw him. We are supposed to take him to dinner!
She
laughed, “Honey this is a small town, everyone knew you and your friend were
coming here tonight.”
Maybe
my number is on the bathroom wall beside free dinner. Oh, well, who cares
anyway?
Found
him again, glad he wears that cap even though at one point he took it off and
he is covering up some gorgeous hair. Ended up back at Gregory’s for a five star
dinner. Did I ever eat dinner at Gregory’s in the ’60’s. No I don’t think so,
would have remembered food this great!
People
came and went all bringing birthday cheer and hugs and kisses. Some stayed.
Clearly this was a man loved by many. We were not the only ones to feed him. He
could barely finish all the food he ate before joining us at the bar.
Finally
Bill signed his book for me and we left him with his friends. Not wanting to
break the spell we left before the clock struck 12. Turned out to be a day I
will always remember. Never knew research could be so much fun! Not only did we
find Bill Kelly and my memories, we found a guy with a heart as big as the
ocean and new memories a good as the old ones.
Yes,
you can go back, and God bless bartenders everywhere!