South Deering

Chapter 6

I met Tommy Stetich in the summer of 1953. He and some of his friends were playing softball on the playground of Orville T. Bright Elementary School. We had just moved to South Deering, and I was starting my first year at Chicago Vocational High School. As for Tommy, I never knew if he went to school or not. I don’t remember ever seeing him at the bus stop or saying anything about high school or which school he attended. I figured it was none of my business. I just knew that I had a new best friend.

We went and did almost everything together. I met the other guys who hung out in front of Jerry’s store, most of whom played softball. Our main occupation in the summer was playing ball and drinking beer in the alley. Nobody had a car, so most nights, we sat around in front of the store. That was our routine: stay home in the winter, play ball, drink beer, and hang out in the summer.

Not much changed in the next four years. We got older and drank more beer, but things changed that summer of l957. Three weeks before graduation, I met Augie Vargas on the bus coming home from school. In the following weeks, we talked about what we were doing that summer. Augie said he and some friends were starting a softball team. They would be at Trumbull Park at about 6:30pm if I wanted to try out. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Tommy.

After our first day of practice, I knew it was not something Tommy wanted to do.

His idea of practice was playing “hits and homers” at Bright School ground. I, myself, wanted to be on the team, and that, I’m sad to say, was the beginning of the end of our friendship. I began spending more time on 108th and Torrence Avenue, in front of South Deering Billiards. There, I met the other two guys who, along with Augie, would become my three best and closest friends. They were Mike Kowalski and Larry Szymanski. Larry wasn’t into sports, but he knew everything there was to know about cars.

We hit it off and began to hang out together when we weren’t playing ball. We would either be drinking beer in the back of the pool hall or shooting pool. No matter how often I asked Tommy to join us, he always had an excuse, even when I went to Jerry’s store. I finally realized that things were not the same anymore. The rift between us was palatable to everyone on the corner. We hardly spoke to each other. Sometimes Tommy would just walk away and not come back. We never knew where he went or why. I found out later that he was hanging out on the east side. It was then that I realized what I thought was a great friendship wasn’t that great, and though I still had good friends there, the thought of Tommy being there kept me away.

Roland (Fat Rollie) Jacinto owned the pool hall, the building, and the buildings on either side. He was about 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighed close to 300 pounds. His black curly hair was always cut short, with a few gray hairs above each ear. He was never seen without an unlit cigar in his mouth. Needless to say, he was the sponsor of both our softball and bowling teams.

I don’t think we ever saw him lose his temper. He was always in a good mood, even when we lost. In one of those good moods, he gave me the nickname “Flacco.” At first, I didn’t like it, but then I realized he didn’t mean anything by it.

We played ball Fridays at Trumbull Park and Sundays at Calumet Park. Lil Joe, Pete, and Bobby all had cars, so we would meet in front of Rollies and carpool to the games. That’s how the summer, fall, and winter went by, one turning into the other. The talk around the neighborhood that February in 1959 was that Wisconsin Steel Works had started hiring. The four of us were there bright and early Monday morning, and after filling out the paperwork, we started working the next month.

I started working on March 24th and was fortunate to work the day shift with the weekends off. Larry, Augie, and Mike were all stuck on shift work with a few weekends off. We were all working then, and by the beginning of May, we were all driving our cars. There was no more carpooling; even though they were not new, we treated them as if they were.

Things changed that summer. Now we all had a set of wheels to go to and from the games. Another change was that Augie, Mike, and Larry were spending more time with their girlfriends, and me not having one of my own. I spent a lot of time at Rollie’s whenever I did a double date. For whatever reason, things just never seemed to work out.

Most of them just wanted to be friends; sometimes, I felt like a third wheel, just taking up space. Soon I just didn’t feel like it was worth it.

All that changed the second weekend in May. We were sitting in Rolllie’s backyard; I was in the middle of the yard, sitting on a cooler full of cold beer. It was about 9pm under a full moon, with a cloudless sky.

We were discussing our game and why we lost when we suddenly noticed car headlights coming down the alley.

Mike and I walked into the alley and stopped when we noticed it was Larry’s car. Tommy Stetich was in the back seat with his arm around the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

I know this might sound corny, but looking at her, I knew I would love her for the rest of her life. Larry broke the spell. “I’ve got another case in the trunk.”

“We’ll get it,” Mike said, looking at me. Taking a couple of steps, he opened the trunk and walked back into the yard.

Standing there looking at her, I felt stupid, and when she smiled, my heart skipped a beat.

When I got my voice back, I told Larry, “Park the car in front, and come and have a beer.”

“Okay,” he said, “I could use a cold one.”

Now back on the cooler, I was facing the gangway. I just wanted to see her again. Maybe she would smile at me.

I kept berating myself between those thoughts and thinking, “What good would that do? She’s with Tommy.”

I was about to get up and get another beer when Larry, followed by his girlfriend Jeannie, walked into the yard and towards me. Getting up, I noticed that my legs were shaking, and I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Without waiting to ask for her, I asked Larry, “What happened to Tommy?” He stopped to talk with Bobby and Pete out in the front.

Just then, Jeannie observed her friend come into the yard. I turned to look, and there she was. It was as though someone had set a spotlight on the whole yard.

She looked about 5 feet 10 or 11 inches, with long chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail, a sleeveless print blouse, tan Capri’s, and flat sandals. How she carried herself when she walked was like looking at a model walking down a runway. As she walked toward us, she smiled at me, and my heart did double flips, and I started shaking again.

She was standing next to me, and all I could do was stare and hope I didn’t do anything stupid. I felt I had taken root and had lost my voice.

Larry, with a beer in hand, was walking toward the stairs. Before joining him, Jeannie turned to me and said: “Jesse, I’d like you to meet Molly, a friend of mine.”

I stood there as if in a fog, not knowing what to say or do. I don’t know how long I stood there in that fog.

“Aren’t you even going to say hi?” Molly asked.

Swallowing my mouth full of cotton, I croaked out “Hi” and sat back down on the cooler.

After the fog lifted, I noticed that Larry and Jeannie were sitting on the stairs with Mike and his girlfriend, Joyce. I also noted that Tommy, Pete, and Bobby were now in the yard talking to Larry and Mike.

I turned and looked up only to see Molly still standing, only now with a quizzical look. “What?” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“I’m so glad you can talk,” Molly said with a smile. “Do you think I can have a beer?”

“Are you old enough?” I challenged.

“Are you?” she shot back. We looked at each other and laughed. For me, that broke the ice and brought me back down to earth.

Feeling better, I got her a beer, opened it, and sat back down.

Towering over me and looking down with that beautiful and radiant smile, Molly asked: “Is there room for both of us?”

“Aren’t you with Tommy?

“Right now, I’m with you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t, but I saw you sitting in the back seat together.”

“Well,” she said, sitting next to me, “we stopped at Jerry’s store looking for you, and before we knew it, he was in the back seat with me.”

“You were looking for me?”

“Yeah, Larry wanted me to meet you,” and “oh, are you cold?”

“No,” I said, looking down and noticing my legs shaking.

“Listen,” Molly said, “if this is too close, we can go sit on the stairs.”

I stood up, helped her to her feet, took out two more beers, and sat on the stairs. After lighting up a Salem, I asked, “Do you live close to Jeannie?”

“No,” Molly replied, “I live in a small town west of Philadelphia called Upper Darby.”

“You were born there?”

“I was born here in Chicago, right down the street from Jeannie’s house

“How’d you end up in Upper Darby?”

“Well, my father’s a lawyer, and about five years ago, he went to work for a law firm in Philly.”

“I thought you lived in Upper Darby?”

“We do, but my parents didn’t want to live in the city. My aunt lives in Upper Darby, so we moved there.”

“Oh,” I said. “Before I forget, what’s the Molly for?”

“My name is Mary Catherine Malone. Molly is just a nickname, like yours, right, ‘Flacco’?”

When she said that, something went off in my head, and before I knew it, I was on my feet and walking to where Tommy was standing. Coming up behind him, I gave him a shove, so he would turn and face me.

“Thanks a lot,” I said.

“For what?” he answered.

“You know what,” I said, getting madder by the minute. “You just had to tell Molly, right?”

“Oh, that. It’s only a nickname.”

“Yeah, well, f**k you, Tommy!”

“Well, f**k you too, Flacco!”

With that, I landed a roundhouse right to his left cheekbone. He went into the railing with a loud crack. He came off the railing, and I landed another shot below his rib cage.

He doubled over, I stepped back, then he rushed me, and we both went down in the dirt. We flailed at each other on the ground, and he clipped me on my mouth with his elbow. I tasted blood, and I wanted to really kick his ass. All I could see was red. I just wanted to keep hitting until I couldn’t swing my arms.

Somehow Tommy got my head in a hammerlock with his left arm, hitting me a couple of times, once on my right cheek and the other on my forehead. We were rolling around until Mike, Augie, and Larry finally pulled us apart.

Mike stepped between us, looked Tommy in the eye, and said, “I think you should leave now.” Tommy then stole a quick glance around the yard and walked to where Molly was standing with a grin.

Dusting off his shirt and pants, he said, “You ready to go?”

“Go where?” she answered.

“Back by Jerry’s.”

“I came with Larry and Jeannie.”

With disbelief, Tommy walked toward the gangway, entered, took one last look around, and declared loudly, “f**k all of you!”

While everyone was watching him, I quietly walked into the alley, turned left, and made my way home.

It was about 11:30pm when I finally climbed the stairs and walked into the house. My mom was watching TV in the front room and saw my bloody lip, bruised cheekbone, and torn shirt. She rose from the couch, rushed over to me, and asked, “Que Paso?” (What happened) with a worried look.

“There was a little excitement by the pool hall.”

“What kind of excitement?” she asked.

“It was a fight,” I said. “Me and Tommy.”

“I thought Tommy was your best friend?” she said.

“We were,” I answered, “until I started playing ball with Mike, Augie, and the other guys, and we got Fat Rollie to sponsor us.”

“Isn’t Tommy on the team?” she inquired.

“They didn’t ask him.”

“That’s too bad,” she said. “I always thought you two were best friends.”

“So did I,” was my answer. With that, I turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Once inside, I took off my shirt and T-shirt, checked my mouth, and saw that it was just a split lip. Most of the blood had dried, but my cheek was another matter. It was going to be a beautiful shiner.

After washing up, I gave my mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek, went into my room, flopped on the bed, and tried to get some sleep.

I tossed and turned until 3 o’clock. I kept seeing Molly’s face, how she smiled, how she looked at me. I was shaking, just sitting next to her. It was so easy to talk to her, and how we joked and laughed together. All the while, I kept thinking, “Did she actually come looking for me?” It seemed too good to be true. “She is so beautiful,” I thought to myself. Maybe it’s just a beautiful dream. I’ll wake up in the morning, and I won’t have a split lip and no shiner.

After my breakfast of chorizo, eggs, beans, and flour tortillas, I finished my second cup of coffee with the Sun-Times when the phone rang. “It’s Larry,” my mom said, standing in the dining room.

“Hey, Lar,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Where the f**k did you go last night? We were waiting for you to come back.”

“I came home to wash up and change my shirt. I knew I couldn’t go back when I saw my face.”

“Why not?” Larry asked.

“I feel like I made a big f*****g fool of myself. I don’t know why I went after Tommy,” I said. “He used to be my best friend. Maybe because he told Molly to call me Flacco or I was trying to impress her, whatever it was, it didn’t work.”

“Maybe it did,” Larry said with a short laugh.

“What ya mean,” I said anxiously.

“Well,” he said, “you have to promise you won’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“We waited in front of Rollie"s till 12 o’clock, and she kept asking me to tell her where you lived.”

“Why,” I asked, a little confused.

“You’ll have to ask her.”

“Listen, Lar, do me a favor and don’t bring her to the park or Rollie’s, okay?”

“How come?” Larry asked.

“I wanna lay low until this f*****g shiner is gone.”

“Okay, but I don’t think it matters to her.”

“Why not?”

“Because she told Jeannie that she likes you a lot.”

“She does?” I asked, not believing what I had just heard.

Larry chuckled, then added, “That’s what Jeannie told me this morning.”

“I still need some time.”

“Don’t take too long,” he said. “She leaves in September,”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s only here for the summer.”

“Okay,” I said, “I heard you.”

After we hung up, I got dressed and went out to wash my car.