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What’s On: “Jesse” Julian Lennon (THANKS BUDDY!)
Current Attitude: Peaceful
When I was a youngin’, my Dad was our local King of Soccer. He was involved with all the arranging and organizing and was often quite busy. He also sometimes worked 3 jobs and couldn’t always be around. I liked soccer, but I LOVED baseball and hockey.
Dad wanted to make sure I got to do some of the things I enjoyed and I had a kindred spirit in a guy we had gotten to know from one of my Dad’s part time jobs. A young guy named Glenn was the assistant director of the recreation center and he and I hit it off quickly. By the time I was 9 years old, I had a little job at the rec center too, doing game stats for basketball and softball and would work there from time to time until I was 16.
Glenn would run trips to Yankee Stadium and a few other places and always just sign my name next to his because he knew I’d go. Dad would just give him the money whenever and I’d be on the trip. He became like a 2nd dad to me and it was joked in my family he was like “my other father”.
Sometimes my Dad would buy tickets and give them to him to take me places. We had a lot of fun and there are a lot of stories in my life directly attributed to him.
His job at the rec center was fun and games. He got to sit and talk sports all day and he was a perfect fit because he was like a little kid.
Glenn took a job in another town a few years later when he got passed over for the directors job in favor of a former classmate of his in college. I think I’d leave too.
We lost touch and other than a passing chance meeting he had with my mom, I haven’t seen Glenn in 25 years at least. Recently thru a professional encounter with a friend of his wife’s (a physical therapist), I will hopefully have a chance to see him and say hello. I remember her as well and she was a delightful person too.
It makes for a great anticipation to see someone so important to my young life again.
One really funny story attributed to him had to do with him trying to get some educational credit. Glenn was required for credits to teach a class or directly run a program himself each year for points toward his certification. So one day everyone was checking out the programs at the Rec Center and all got a good laugh.
In his infinite wisdom, he decided to run a weightlifting program. A fit but very slight man, Glenn’s usual weightlifting seemed to be of the 12 oz variety. This was like reading the funny papers. Soon every person who knew him from the rec department was calling up and asking to talk to “Muscles Glenn’...”Glenn Schwartzenegger” ,”Hercules”, “Mr Olympia” and anything else they could think of. Pictures arrived by mail of Glenn’s head pasted to the top of bodies on muscle mags.
People were signing up and paying money just for the opportunity to laugh at him. The class filled up quickly and soon the laughs would be on them.
At the last minute, due to all the jokes and what not, he dropped out and got one of the real local muscle heads to run the class and then they were sorry. The REAL teacher pounded on all the jokester, making them work out big time and yelling at them, exhausting these less than fit people who only signed up to watch what they thought was going to be a joke.
People dropped out and no refunds were offered! Served everyone right!
I can't wait to see him soon and laugh at some of the old stories from a real good influence of my life!
What’s On: “Jesse” Julian Lennon (THANKS BUDDY!)
Current Attitude: Peaceful
When I was a youngin’, my Dad was our local King of Soccer. He was involved with all the arranging and organizing and was often quite busy. He also sometimes worked 3 jobs and couldn’t always be around. I liked soccer, but I LOVED baseball and hockey.
Dad wanted to make sure I got to do some of the things I enjoyed and I had a kindred spirit in a guy we had gotten to know from one of my Dad’s part time jobs. A young guy named Glenn was the assistant director of the recreation center and he and I hit it off quickly. By the time I was 9 years old, I had a little job at the rec center too, doing game stats for basketball and softball and would work there from time to time until I was 16.
Glenn would run trips to Yankee Stadium and a few other places and always just sign my name next to his because he knew I’d go. Dad would just give him the money whenever and I’d be on the trip. He became like a 2nd dad to me and it was joked in my family he was like “my other father”.
Sometimes my Dad would buy tickets and give them to him to take me places. We had a lot of fun and there are a lot of stories in my life directly attributed to him.
His job at the rec center was fun and games. He got to sit and talk sports all day and he was a perfect fit because he was like a little kid.
Glenn took a job in another town a few years later when he got passed over for the directors job in favor of a former classmate of his in college. I think I’d leave too.
We lost touch and other than a passing chance meeting he had with my mom, I haven’t seen Glenn in 25 years at least. Recently thru a professional encounter with a friend of his wife’s (a physical therapist), I will hopefully have a chance to see him and say hello. I remember her as well and she was a delightful person too.
It makes for a great anticipation to see someone so important to my young life again.
One really funny story attributed to him had to do with him trying to get some educational credit. Glenn was required for credits to teach a class or directly run a program himself each year for points toward his certification. So one day everyone was checking out the programs at the Rec Center and all got a good laugh.
In his infinite wisdom, he decided to run a weightlifting program. A fit but very slight man, Glenn’s usual weightlifting seemed to be of the 12 oz variety. This was like reading the funny papers. Soon every person who knew him from the rec department was calling up and asking to talk to “Muscles Glenn’...”Glenn Schwartzenegger” ,”Hercules”, “Mr Olympia” and anything else they could think of. Pictures arrived by mail of Glenn’s head pasted to the top of bodies on muscle mags.
People were signing up and paying money just for the opportunity to laugh at him. The class filled up quickly and soon the laughs would be on them.
At the last minute, due to all the jokes and what not, he dropped out and got one of the real local muscle heads to run the class and then they were sorry. The REAL teacher pounded on all the jokester, making them work out big time and yelling at them, exhausting these less than fit people who only signed up to watch what they thought was going to be a joke.
People dropped out and no refunds were offered! Served everyone right!
I can't wait to see him soon and laugh at some of the old stories from a real good influence of my life!
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