The Vintage Automobile Club of Ocean County, NJ welcomes you.
I usually donít reveal much of my personal life in this column.
Itís not because I harbor secrets, in fact, my life is about as exciting as
watching water and powder coagulate into Jello. But something happened
to me this week that is so earth shattering, I feel like Iíll explode if I donít tell
everybody. I got laid off. Terminated. Let go. Kicked to the curb. Fired. My
boss assured me it was nothing personal, just business. But what could be
more personal than being laid off from your job? Iíve been employed,
in one form or another, for fifty years. Iíve never been laid off, and even if
what my boss said was true, why me? Iím perfect!
To be truthful, I didnít much care for my job. I already had a 31 year
career, which ended nearly ten years ago, and I receive a nice pension.
This job provided me with that little extra cash that everyone can use, and
losing that job doesnít mean Iím in danger of losing my house, or not being
able to pay bills. Iím at that age where most people retire and collect Social
Security, but I wasnít planning to do that for another two or three years.
I already applied for unemployment benefits; for the first time ever!
Valerie took the news like a real trooper. She said, ďWell, weíll
just have to cut back on things.Ē
I said, ďCut back? I know what youíll cut back on! My food!
Iíll lose weight. And then you know what Iíll look like?Ē
She said, ďYeah, a human being.Ē
I do feel a little guilty about being laid off. Maybe itís a man thing.
Does getting fired from your job make you less of a man? Does it make a
difference that you hated your job and that losing it is a blessing in disguise?
I donít know whether to hang my head in shame or jump for joy.
Well, at least Iíll now have the time to enjoy the things that Valerie
tells me to enjoy. Hah! I bet you thought I was going to say what I enjoy
doing. No, honestly, sheís not like that. Her To-Do List if only half what I
thought it would be. Iíll still have plenty of time to play with my cars. I have a
model car I bought in 1980. Maybe Iíll put it together. And then thereís
writing. I like to write. Actually, I hate writing, but I love having written. And I
know thereís a 50 pound Striper out in the ocean just waiting for me to reel
him in. Yeah, that gives me an idea. Iíll write a story of a man who goes out
to sea and catches a big fish. Iíll call it, ďLassie! Come home!Ē
Okay, thatís all for now. I shouldnít have revealed my woes.
Everyone has problems. But we all have each other, and thatís what matters
most. Next month you can read about the new healthier me, when I write
about, in great detail, and include photos of, my colonoscopyÖ
The following is from October's newsletter which I was late in posting online. (WebMaster):
Thereís a saying in the movie business that goes, ďThere are no small parts; only small actors.Ē
That implies that actors, who consider themselves to be great actors, are insulted if they are
asked to be on screen one or two minutes during the entire movie. Itís called a cameo appearance,
and sometmes the actor may only have one line to say. But that cameo can affect the movie in a
big way. When our guests attend our car show, they see a lot of smiling faces in every area of
the show, whether it be in registration, cooking, parking, judging, or playing music. Thatís the
big picture. But what they donít see is who picked up all the needed equipment, who ordered and
picked up the ice, who ordered the dash plaques, who made the signs, who put the trophies together,
who bought the water and soda, who prepared the goody bags, and who made up the fliers? Small
parts maybe, but essentoal to having a successful show.
I doubt that anyone reads all of the credits after a movie. But if you even read part of that
endless scroll, you would see that it took many more people to make the movie than who are actually
in the movie. And for this column, I cannot name all the people who made our 35th Annual Show one of
the best ever. For one thing, thereís not enough room. And for another,
I would have to include all the members of the Seaside Heights Public Works Department, the Police,
and Boro office workers, for they also had a part in seeing that the show ran smoothly. If youíre an
actor and your only line in the movie is, ďWeíre out of toilet paperĒ, you would be very proud if that
movie won an Oscar, and you would not make a secret of being in an Oscar winning movie. If your only
part in our annual show was to just make one phone call, well, thank you.
That phone call may have made the difference between having 250 cars or the 274 cars that we did have.
Be proud. If there were a prize for putting on a car show, I know we would win. During the weeks
preceding our show, I received many phone calls and e-mails requesting applications to attend. And
whenever I handed out fliers at car events, several people told me they already sent their money in,
and that they always come to our show. They look forward to attending every year, and the ninety
pre-registered cars will attest to our popularity.
If anyone should ask me who is responsible for pu5ng such a fantastic event, I can give them only one
possible answer, ďThe Members of the Vintage Auto Club.Ē
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information about local shows & events in our area.
John Mahoney - President
Gary Stabile - Vice President
Denny Derion - Secretary
Everett Ross - Treasurer
Marge Kurtz-Cusack - Sunshine
Denny Derion - Membership
Bill Bottorff - Editor
Rob Mahoney - WebMaster
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