Thursday, Mike came over with his son Phillip and together we went to a favorite sports bar on S. Dale Mabry (The Pressbox), to hopefully meet up with Matt Drinnenberg. Matt did show and we got many pictures together (including one good one of him that will be inserted into his new "Rail" graphic!). This was a most animated meeting and especially meaningful in that our relationships go back well into the 70s. I got some good quality time with Phillip, who I got to know a little bit, and I am extremely impressed with this young man. He sat thru our "war stories" very gracefully!
I very much wanted Matt to join us for Friday's 10:00pm get-together at Channelside, because that's where he'd be meeting Terence Nuzum (who would be clocking out then) and Mike "Deadguy" Scott and other PCR staffers and old friends. (Also invited were Vinnie Blesi and John Hooper, but prior commitments unfortunately ruled them out. They were missed. Drew Reiber would be detained till Saturday.)
One of the best of the Channelside pictures adorns the top of this page. Joining us were La Floridiana writer William Moriaty, local actor Gus Perez, and Andromeda Society former president, Richard Sousa. After we got everybody's picture, we walked down to Joffrey's, a nice little coffee shop nearby. Will and I related the serio-comic story of The Lost Tapes of Dr. Paul Bearer (a book I'll have to write someday), and Deadguy cracked everybody up with weird tales of our ex-singer, madman John Lewis (another book in there).
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Saturday night, 2-8-03, at Borders Books and an alternate ultimate gang picture! From left, Phillip Smith, Terence Nuzum, Michael Smith, Patty G. Henderson ("Murder on the Woo Woo Express"), Matt Drinnenberg, Drew Reiber ("Wake Up and Smell The Comics/DVD Enthusiast"), and yours truly. |
Saturday night found us at Borders Books on S. Dale Mabry just south of the interstate. This time Matt was in attendance, the wedding having been over hours before (and it went very well, I'm glad to say). Equally important was Drew Reiber's appearance, as he has never met Matt or Mike. Horror/mystery writer Patty G. Henderson was someone we knew from club activites 25 years ago, but again, no contact since, but here she was. If there was an alternate "ultimate" group shot, this was it. Matt's biggest regret was not
being able to meet Mike "Deadguy" Scott with whom he had an animated email exchange some months before.
Sunday night, 2-9-03, William Moriaty, Mike & Phillip Smith, and myself met up at my local Hooters (on Gandy) for a last-minute send-off get-together. I finally got a new picture of Mike for The Rant (I have always liked his "bust" graphic, but he has always detested the picture it was based on...now you know....so it will change soon.) And with some final hugs, Mike and Phillip were off.
The photographs from Channelside Theater, Borders Books, and everywhere else we were are among the most important I've ever taken. I feel this was an opportunity we may not see again. But, who knows?
From Terence Nuzum...
It was truly an odd experience sitting in Joffrey's coffee shop last Friday with Will Moriaty, Deadguy, Mike Smith, and of course, Nolan. We were all together--well, most of us (Drew and Matt didn't make it). The whole crew sitting together in a coffee shop like mad beatnik artists of the '50s. Telling crazy stories and stuff. Then on Saturday, Matt, Drew, Patty, Nolan, and myself all met at Borders for more of the same. Truly an odd experience. Probably won't happen again anytime soon, but I will defintely take that memory with me.
Mike, it was nice once again meeting you, and for the first time, your son Phillip. Matt, it was truly a revelation--I figured you would be more uptight, but in fact, you were pretty cool and laid back. Will Moriaty, of course, with his story-telling proved why he is the best writer on the PCR and the one which all of us must live up to. As for my archenemy, Deadguy, it was a pleasure talking with you about those bad Jess "May He Burn In Hell" Franco zombie flicks since you and I are the only two on the PCR who would dare watch such garbage and live to tell the tale. And, of course, I think we should all thank Nolan for orchestrating the whole shebang.
I wish I could say that I was going somewhere with this but I'm not so I decided to go all Jack Kerouac on your ass and just type on the fly besides Nolan said write something for the reunion so here it is and if you don't like it then .....well you know the rest:
To Hell With You All,
Terence Nuzum

To all ex-residents of South Tampa from a while back: the old Shakey's Pizza/Sun Restaurant/S'getti's/Brewmasters building in the front of the old Woolco/Phar-Mor building on S. Dale Mabry, next to Britton Plaza, has been demolished. The rest of the property is sure to follow if it hasn't already.
Scott van Sickle and I were riding by last Monday and we saw the pile of rubble where once stood one of our favorite places (See La Floridiana, PCR # 149 for reminiscinces of Shakey's---N). I wish I'd had a camera with me....then again, why?
Developers are making way for a new Loew's Home Improvement Center. Nothing against Loew's, and I know that the property has been 95% abandoned for years, but it still hurts to see so many memories vanish so quickly---something we've had to live with here in South Tampa for some time.
My brother's first full-time job was at that exact Woolco (also where he first met Steve Beasley). I bought and processed my first several reels of Super-8 film there. Squire's Lounge was on the side of the building where my old metal band Blade debuted for the first time professionally, Monday, December 5, 1983. Twin Bays Theaters, located in the small strip-mall in the same parking lot, was where Mike Smith held down one of his first jobs. Next to Twin Bays was some bar-and-grill who's name esapes me now, but where, for a short time, Matt Drinnenberg performed a solo
act soon after Blade broke up---and I was there to see him.
Gone----all gone. But not forgotten. Even though I can't get around much like I used to, and I should've brought a camera with me to hundreds of mini-events over the years (one of my life's biggest regrets), the memories from there will live on in me and in the hearts of those whose lives were touched by a few dozen acres of concrete and landscaping that once existed south of Britton Plaza in God's-own South Tampa.