Corbett Lake Diaries
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Plus Lenny was always much more mature for his age.
I, on the other hand was immature for my age. They left the concrete jungle for fresh air, trees and a lot of green grass. Every summer my mother, the late Carol Corbett would take us up to the Lake by bus where we would spend a few weeks with Lenny, and his siblings Corbett, Michael, Dori, Ellie and their mom Eleanor. It always seemed like we were on that fucking bus all night long.
It would still be light out when we got on at forty-second street and eight avenue. I recall how dirty Port Authority was with all the hookers and bums hanging out all over the place. It was a human wasteland. I ordered a hot dog and soda. As we were going through the Lincoln tunnel and entering New Jersey I threw up all over the seat next to me.
I loved how we started in Brooklyn, went into Manhattan, got on the bus, went through Jersey and ended up back in New York. Like I said, the trip from hell. I loved being with this family so much. Corbett and Michael were like big brothers to me. I was with Michael the first time I bought a 45 record. Corbett always looked out for me and Dori, she was the funniest person I had ever met.
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She always made me laugh and I can never forget hanging out at the Night Owl for the first time with a bar filled with locals; but I remember her the most from that night because she had everyone in stitches. I loved watching her play point guard for Tuxedo high school. Mom would threaten to send me up there to live but she never went through with it. Lenny and I would play whiffle ball together out in their backyard.
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The frog pond was another frequent stop on our journey through the woods. We once got lost and the Sheriff had to bring us back home. I always thought a bear would come out from behind a tree and attack us. I always thought it was cool that they were playing a softball game under the lights complete with umpires, PA announcer and a concession stand.
It seemed like the entire town was in the stands watching the game.
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Mom would also take us up to the Lake for Thanksgiving dinner where we would put on a play for all the adults at night. Jimmy Walker. As we got older Lenny and I kept in contact via Facebook.