Dickless Tracy

There was a female security person who would "visit" our store from time to time. Naturally we named her "Dickless Tracy". I think her name was Marge if I recall.

One year, there was a butcher strike and we would bust up pallets for the butchers to put in a 55 gallon drum to start a fire to keep themselves warm on the picket line. Needless to say, Dickless Tracy didn't like that too much.

One night, Nicky (you remember him from the garage partys?) left a bit of a "love note" for Marge - I forgot what it said but she went absolutely ballistic and lauched some sort of an investigation. They never could prove who wrote it and eventually she called off the dogs, but we had to stay pretty low-key through the rest of the strike because after that they had undercover cops and security in our store almost the entire time!

We all loved Marge - otherwise we never would have given her such a wonderful nickname! If you had a nickname from the DAWGS, you know you had arrived!

Nicky's Garage - Part I

One of the guys that worked at The Tombs was named Nicky. Self-described ladies man, but 100% wise ass.

I knew Nicky from grammar school and he was always a character.

He hooked up with the Dawgs at the store sometime after the rest of the crew had started. Friday nights and some Saturdays after work, we'd head to his place to just hang out in the garage, drink like mad and have a lot of laughs.

There were times when afterward, we would go out and get something to eat - it's about 3am by this time and some of us need to be back at the store for a 6 or 7am shift the next morning!

Talking to BB on the phone a few weeks ago, and we still wonder what would happen if we go to the liquor store, buy all the beer we could and just go ring the doorbell to that house and ask if we can "rent" the garage for a few hours - just to relive those old days. What could happen???

Hell - the new owner of the house can drink with us!