Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sunday Driving

I grew up in a family that would go for Sunday drives. These Sunday drives usually had some sort of a destination in a round-about way. We would end up at a hot dog stand in Patterson, New Jersey, or we would end up getting butter pecan ice cream cones in Nanuette, New York, but my favorite was when we would end up at Pie Man Sam’s in Tallman, New York.

Sam’s wasn’t like a normal pizza shop. It was a quasi skanky bar with a seating area with a stage. The walls were painted with murals of jazz players and flop house scenes in the fat and round style of Diego Rivera. They were dark scenes inside a Beatnik bar.

We would order a pizza and I was given coins to play this shuffle bowling game until it arrived. The pizza would arrive at our table cut in strips rather that the tri-angular slices that other pizza shops offered. This made the meal taste a lot different for some reason.

With bellies full of good hot East Coast pizza we would get back to our Oldsmobile for the drive home which always seemed to happen at dusk. Though we drove the back roads we would drive on over-passes that went over the New York Throughway. Sunday evenings were the time when all the people that went to the country for the weekend were returning to New York City for the beginning of the work week on the following morning.

Being the Throughway was a toll road that had periodic toll booths, traffic would back up for miles leaving the visual of slow moving long red ribbons of brake lights as far as the eye can see. There were long head light ribbons of traffic heading in the opposite direction from people that visited the City and were returning to the suburbs.

Whenever I see the ribbons of backed up car tail lights on the freeway, I suddenly remember the taste of Pie Man Sam’s pizza, and the warm feeling I always had on our Sunday drive home.


Blogger Auntie said...

Still laughing at the term..."with our bellies full of good hot East Coast pizza"..........

5:42 AM  
Blogger Trop said...

We piled into the car for Sunday drives. Brings back so many memories.

12:11 PM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

As long as I'm not in the line of cars, traffic jams give me a warm feeling too. One good thing about living out here where they make the sticks. No traffic jams unless something drastic has happened.

2:19 PM  
Blogger loopymamain06 said...

I have to admit Guy......I think that warm feeling might have been the heater.....I personally don't get all warm and fuzzy over a traffic jam......but each his own.
tired loopy

5:22 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Auntie, And what do you find funny about that?

Trop, funny what sticks with you, isn't it?

Darev, It's the country here, too, but I usually encounter at least one jam when I visit Portland. If it's in the evening the lights trigger the memory.

Loopy, you are going to have a traffic jam in your drive way this week. Good luck on all of that.

5:15 AM  
Blogger Hahn at Home said...

Our Sunday drives were short-lived. We head down the highway and either my stepdad would slam on the breaks so we all had our faces smashed into the back of the front seats to keep us from bickering or he'd drive too fast and my mom would be all crying and pleading with him to stop the car as she grabbed the hand strap and dug her feet into the imaginary breaks on the passenger side.

Those were the good old days.

5:11 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

You'd think you would have learned to behave ; )

5:11 AM  

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