{"id":34522,"date":"2017-08-05T13:53:34","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:53:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34522"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:53:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:53:34","slug":"park-lane-east","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/park-lane-east\/","title":{"rendered":"Park Lane East"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Park Lane East<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Steve called me sophomore year in college and asked if I wanted to lifeguard with him the coming summer even though I had no training. Soon after I was shooshing Timmy as he said, &#8220;He&#8217;s not Steve,&#8221; to the state inspector who was saying, &#8220;The pH is excellent Steve, you&#8217;re doing a great job!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was known to Timmy and the other kids as Boss Kahuna and once in a while wore the black top hat that was inexplicably on the lifeguard stand one morning when I opened up. And there were days when Bob invited me to his and Saundra&#8217;s apartment to comingle with the smells of incense and float amidst the East Indian quilts adorning the walls and ceilings. I went through the rabbit hole and back to the pool and could somehow keep my focus. I was flying on the astral plane while swimming in the glorified bathtub known as the Park Lane East pool.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Only once in three years did anyone need to be saved. And just about when my mouth opened in notice that Danny had gone down and not come up, a nearby adult grabbed him automatically and lifted him up.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I remember Clyde who was a balding forty and seemed to be the only one that noticed my visits to a teacher&#8217;s apartment who was about ten years older than me. I nonchalantly returned and<\/p>\n<p>sidestepped his questions just like I had learned to strategize in sports. &#8220;Vicky&#8217;s adding fabric to a pair of Levi&#8217;s &#8211; turning them to bellbottoms,&#8221; I told him (which was true).<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And I also learned that lies can come back to bite you when I made up a whopper about an uncle having a heart attack in Connecticut and having to go there from Philly to run his business while he recuperated&#8230;when I was really going to Woodstock. And how improbably was it when I became a cabana boy in the Borsht Belt after Woodstock, a job gotten for me by Steve&#8217;s twin brother Alan, that someone from Park Lane East would go there on vacation and tell my boss?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was both attracted and repelled by the hippie movement but Woodstock nudged me to join up. The next thing I know I was dropping out of dental school and joining a hippie commune, which then propelled me to hitchhike west. And I&#8217;m still here. So even though a lie began a chain reaction that has defined the rest of my life&#8230;I sure make it a point to tell the truth.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; Park Lane East &nbsp; Steve called me sophomore year in college and asked if I wanted to lifeguard with him the coming summer even though I had no training. Soon after I was shooshing Timmy as he said, &#8220;He&#8217;s not Steve,&#8221; to the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":29,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/29"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34522"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34522\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34526,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34522\/revisions\/34526"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}