Bunky always had a good story or a joke,an imp of sorts. In 1977 one evening between selection trials, we were in the Paradise Lunch, a bar on Thames Street; where a beer was a dime and on Friday nights there was a strip show. Whoever it was had to perform to the music provided by the juke box and a stage with a plastic palm tree and a chaise long covered with a false leopard skin. If the music stopped someone ran over and inserted another quarter, allowing three songs in a row.
This was also the season of the syndicate parties, each syndicate in turn would give a rather formal party for the competing syndicates. Ours was next. With Bunky and a few others we approached the "stripper" who would come as a "date" of a yet to be determined crew. Naturally, at the most awkward moment she was meant to start her show. we negotiated a price, none of us really had the cash and finally the courage. It would have been great, and the end of someone's sailing season.
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Damn. I thought that I was the only living veteran of "Paradise Lunch"!
Remember Bill Savage's Newport Tavern? I knew Bill very well.
There was another bucket-o-blood near Salas', but I can't remember the name of it. There was a luncheonette across the street where one could get breakfast for $1.00. That was back ca. 1969-1970.
Best-
Bob H.
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