John Bowen
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I am a NYC based Musician and Writer originally from Atlantic City
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The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 3
The Fabulous Table Lady Of Atlantic City Part 3 Rocco and The Little Wonder Cruise Pacific Avenue “Not too fast,” The Little Wonder protested as Rocco yanked him feet first from under the hood of my 1976 Chevy Impala. He was the smallest of all three of us and was able to reach down into the engine and adjust the fan belt so we used him as our human fix-it tool for minor auto repairs. We didn’t want to attract any more attention from the police as they were always on the lookout for our car, “the rattle trap,” as they called it.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Wander
The Fabulous Table Lady Of Atlantic City Part 2
“Is that a motorized operating table?” As the police car rushed up the boardwalk, Kate B, my mother, pulled me out of the way. We had just moments before been treated to an array of entertainment featuring a lineup of the strangest performers I had ever seen, the centerpiece of the whole enterprise being the Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City, she who was leading a group disco dance as she lay stomach down and limbless on a medical table while simultaneously playing a Casio organ with her tongue.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Families
Joneee, Mis-tique and the Magical Merlot
“Take us uptown.” We told the taxi driver to take us from our Atlantic City hotel jobs to a low slung building that hugged the earth like a crab. We had to get out of there. I could feel the heartbeat of the music as we pulled up, “boom, ta-boom, boom, boom, ta-boom.” It ripped through my body and triggered that all too familiar, dangerous anticipation.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Humans
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1
The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City Part 1 Where else but in Atlantic City? As my mother got older we used to stroll the Atlantic City Boardwalk searching for oddities. We searched for different oddities, or I should say those that piqued our individual tastes and missions. For Kate B, my mother, every one of these creatures was a charity case, someone to chat up and donate some amount of money, usually small but often ranging into the $10 amount which was a lot for her (although in truth the money was taken from money I had won at the slot machines). You see, Kate B and I would go into a casino and I would give her $20 to spend which she would promptly pocket. Then, when I won, she would scoop up every last quarter into her bucket. So my winnings would end up in the pocket of one of the oddities.
By John Bowen5 years ago in Families
