“Two Sides to the Same Story”
“Night Fights & Near Misses”
As I wrote before about an incident, which happened on the streets of Trenton, Teasback in the sixties, I am now ready to present the different accounts of the night my bestfriend and “Brother”, John Washburn and I got us into one late night on the streets of Trenton. I have written my version of the night and uploaded it to my web sites for you toread. You have read my version of that night and now it is time to give you John’s versionof that night.Just to help refresh your memory of my version of that night, I will add it first and thengive you John’s version. Here is what I remember happening that night in the sixties.Remember we are older now and it is obvious there will be some difference in our sides of the night. I think my side of the story is more to the fact than John’s but after reading hisside of the night in question, I can see where he has a valid argument for his side of thestory. So now for my side of the story and then I will give you a different view.
We were in front of Pappy John Wall’s old store when we first hears the car The car wasan older model Ford about a 53 or 54 dark green. It would not have been a big deal exceptfor one or two little items. The first was the obscene finger gestures and the name-callingthey were shouting out from their windows. I will admit it now but I was a little scaredthat night, although I did not let John know how I felt. As the Ford passed us for thesecond time, I found an old mop, which was about two feet long, and the mop end had allof the string missing except for a very tight ball on the end. I picked up the mop by thebroken handle and held it down by my right knee.We stood there in front of D.T. Phillip’s Shoe Repair Shop watching and waiting forthem to turn around and make another pass by us with more profanity from them yelledin our direction. The car was headed North on Pearl Street when again they pointed theirfingers at us and began calling us names. I did not think about what I was doing next. Allof a sudden, I pulled the mop back as far as I could and then I let it fly right towards thedriver’s side of the slowly moving Ford. It hit with such force it sounded like a shotgunblast. The mop flew back and hit the top of the buildings we were standing in front of atthe time. I took a few steps to my right and picked up the mop handle. This time I didn’thide it, I held it in front of me while they made a u-turn on the square and headed back inour direction. “Do you think we should run?” asked my best friend and “Brother” JohnWashburn. “Run? I asked John. “Hell, there are only six of them!” I said. John stoodbeside me and we waited for the Ford to pass us for the third time. As the car passed therewas not a word spoken to us. We watched as the Ford made a left turn leading them out of town. I slowly looked at John and said “John, (Pause) now we run!” That is what we didtoo, down the tracks and across to my house for some Chili, milk, crackers and sweetpickles.