{"id":995,"date":"2017-04-08T14:36:04","date_gmt":"2017-04-08T18:36:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/takethepatience.com\/?p=995"},"modified":"2017-04-08T14:36:04","modified_gmt":"2017-04-08T18:36:04","slug":"95-america-street-chapter-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takethepatience.com\/?p=995","title":{"rendered":"95 America Street, Chapter 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sometimes the incredible happens; the special, the unbelievable, the downright absurd, the very thing that makes you feel like you\u2019re living in a cartoon.\u00a0 But most of the time, it\u2019s not the actual event that happens that makes it these things but rather the people involved.\u00a0 This is how it was at 95 America Street which was really 95 Forest Hills Street but that will be explained later.\u00a0 If you walked into that old Victorian house in the Boston neighborhood of Jamaica Plain, you would find things that would frighten you or bring record-breaking amounts of delight to you.\u00a0 Which one would depend on you.\u00a0 That\u2019s the other thing about the incredible, special, unbelievable, downright absurd, very thing that makes you feel like you\u2019re living in a cartoon: sometimes that which makes it these things has no connection to the thing that happened or<\/em> the people involved.\u00a0 Sometimes it\u2019s our perception.\u00a0 There were some people that walked into 95 America Street and were immediately uncomfortable.\u00a0 Things were very different here.\u00a0 Even many of the \u201copen minded\u201d residents that one would find in the proudly liberal and diverse neighborhood of Jamaica Plain would find much to gasp about at this address. \u00a0Others would be able to see past the calamities and the extreme personalities and encounter some sort of Zen.<\/p>\n

How you reacted to 95 America Street and its residents was not a product of your political affiliation or whether you smoked pot in college (or still did).\u00a0 Your reaction could not be predicted by your age or whether you like your pants to have pleats or a flat front (often a great indicator of things).\u00a0 No one could find the Trader Joes spinach and kale and Greek yogurt dip in your refrigerator and the Earth Wind and Fire box set in your music collection and know for sure how you might process these lovable maniacs (although they would know you have fine taste in food and music).<\/p>\n

For me, by the end, the house reminded me of a case of my favorite Matchbox cars.\u00a0 Simply opening up the case and looking at them was joy in itself.\u00a0 On their own, each car was fine enough but together with the others, the collection was undeniable.<\/p>\n

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I can only explain the miraculous coming together of everyone as an act of God.\u00a0 Sure, I put in biblical amounts of effort in order to keep this team together.\u00a0 Even our infallible supercomputer, \u201cThe Geek\u201d would not have predicted success with this bunch but it was not the contents of their files or resumes that made my decision, it was their underlying sense of positive purpose.\u00a0 With some of them, that purpose was buried a little deeper but with all of them, I could sense that they would ultimately do the right thing, no matter how crazy they seemed.<\/p>\n

They also magically balanced out and complimented each other in ways I could have never foreseen.\u00a0 Stever helped Future Queer hone his message.\u00a0 Danny taught Barry the value of being aggressive when the situation called for it.\u00a0 Ripps…well he helped get my bench press to 250 which is impressive given my long, thin arms.<\/p>\n

Why were we all living together in this monstrous old house?\u00a0 Simply put, it was a well-funded act of good will.\u00a0 By the spiritual and financial grace of an old man, we were given the chance to help our community in a very real and, often times, cartoonish way.\u00a0 I was given the charge of putting a team together that would help however we could.\u00a0 Our benefactor referred to us as \u201cJust Ambassadors of Good Will\u201d so I made the \u201cJust Ambassadors\u201d into \u201cJambassadors\u201d.\u00a0 On the surface, as far as the media and local government were concerned, we were a charity composed of do-gooders that simply wanted to make the world a better place by volunteering and helping our common citizen in a diverse collection of legal ways.<\/p>\n

Beneath the surface, we were sometimes vigilantes.\u00a0 We tried to avoid violence as much as possible.\u00a0 I continuously instructed everyone to keep the lowest profile possible when engaged in borderline illegal activities.\u00a0 Fortunately, I was friends with certain police officers and officials who, through the years, became more powerful and protected us as much as possible.\u00a0 Most of the police and certain officials quietly loved what we did because we answered to no one and could address a lot of annoying things better off handled with our very direct methods.\u00a0 Most of the incidents we dealt with were smaller and non-lethal in nature so it was a little easier to keep things under the radar.\u00a0 Also, none of us carried guns.\u00a0 That was part of the understanding with my contacts in the Boston Police Department.\u00a0 Once bullets started flying, the BPD\u2019s ability and desire to protect us from scrutiny vanished.<\/p>\n

My \u201ccareer\u201d has been a varied one.\u00a0 I never knew quite what I wanted to do which reflected itself clearly in my peculiar job history that I had achieved by the age of 40.\u00a0 Enjoy:<\/p>\n

Customer service rep for an investment company
\nSales and account management for a cable company
\nMortgage broker
\nGranite countertop installer
\nPainter\/handyman<\/p>\n

Painting and \u201chandymaning\u201d, as I call it, was something I started doing during summer breaks in college.\u00a0 I continued to do it off and on until I was about 31 or so.\u00a0 It actually started as painting and slowly evolved into handymanning over the years.\u00a0 It sounds wonderful; knowing how to do and fix different things but you must keep John Steinbeck\u2019s brilliant and true line from East Of Eden<\/em> in mind: “Alf was a jack-of-all-trades, carpenter, tinsmith, blacksmith, electrician, plasterer, scissors grinder, and cobbler. Alf could do anything, and as result was a financial failure although he worked all the time.” \u00a0Okay, so there are a few things on Steinbeck\u2019s list I haven\u2019t done but the idea is valid.<\/p>\n

Ironically, if you look at a) working on people\u2019s houses and b) being a charitable vigilante, my approach to both was accidentally but logically similar.\u00a0 I approached the first type of work as a handyman which allowed me to address smaller but nonetheless important tasks that needed to be done quickly but were too small for a contractor.\u00a0 I was often called to fix something with a moment\u2019s notice.\u00a0 I had my truck.\u00a0 I had my tools.\u00a0 It was just me.\u00a0 I was very nimble and could react to jobs very quickly.\u00a0 I had stumbled into a sort of niche and was able to mine out an existence.\u00a0 The second type of work was met with a parallel approach.\u00a0 We would happen upon so many pesky problems that were not really designed for the police although they were assigned to deal with them.\u00a0 The neighbor that constantly has parties late into the night is a good example.\u00a0 You call the police, they show up, they tell your neighbor to be quiet, and the next night the neighbor is breaking your heart again with loudness.\u00a0 That\u2019s where we come in.\u00a0 The police can only do so much.\u00a0 We can only do so much more.\u00a0 And this \u201cmuch more\u201d more often than not, spills no blood.<\/p>\n

Oh, and allow me to warn you right now, one of our team members is a time traveler.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t remember who first got me in touch with Thomas Aloysius Pemberton, or TAP as his friends would call him.\u00a0 I once heard that if your initials spell a word, you will be successful in life.\u00a0 This was certainly the case for Mr. Pemberton, as I called him.\u00a0 The other bit of name-driven irony is found in his middle name.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure if Mr. Pemberton realized it (he probably did) but his middle name has Germanic origins and means \u201cfame and war\u201d.\u00a0 One could make the argument that his \u201cfame\u201d originated from fighting Germans in WWII.\u00a0 Once I got to know him better, I joked with Mr. Pemberton that his middle name sounds like a sneeze.\u00a0 He laughed an old laugh and added, \u201cBut it\u2019s great \u2013 all I have to do is introduce myself and people bless me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was from Kansas.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know the exact place but I do know that his family farm fell victim to eminent domain when Interstate 70 was built.\u00a0 The farm carried on for some time after the highway came through but they lost about 10% of their land and gained an ugly scar that severed their once pristine plot.\u00a0 And the cattle now had to learn to sleep with the alien sounds of high speed vehicles.\u00a0 Seeing those first few cars drive through what his family still called \u201cour property\u201d instantly put things in perspective for Mr. Pemberton.\u00a0 \u201cNothing in life is a given, nothing is forever save God, maybe.\u00a0 Be thankful for what you have and know it\u2019s all subject to immediate and unwanted change.\u201d<\/p>\n

He used to say that phrase every once in a while, \u201c\u2026save God, maybe.\u201d\u00a0 I got the feeling that the \u201cmaybe\u201d didn\u2019t appear until later in his life.\u00a0 The \u201cmaybe\u201d showed the cracks in his faith that, over the years and just like the cracks in his house, grew in number.\u00a0 Mr. Pemberton called upon me to fix the cracks in his house but I, unknowingly and inadvertently, help fix the cracks in his faith although we never directly addressed it.<\/p>\n

Mr. Pemberton wanted to get his house ready to sell.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t have a set date to put it on the market but he thought he should start with some painting.\u00a0 I remember the first time I saw this house whose nickname was \u201cThe Castle\u201d.\u00a0 It was March of 2005.\u00a0 \u201cThe Castle” was very imposing.\u00a0 I almost ran away when I saw it.\u00a0 This may seem silly until you take into consideration the possibility of painting this ornate, pain-breathing dragon.\u00a0 The nickname came from the four and a half-story, octagonal-shaped turret that stood guard on the front of the house and rose above the rest of it.\u00a0 Add that height to the small hill the house rested on and you had an awe-inspiring thing that looked like a Victorian space shuttle launch pad.<\/p>\n

As I looked up, I could see Mr. Pemberton in the very top room.\u00a0 There were four large windows that allowed one to enjoy a 360-degree view of the surrounding area.\u00a0 Mr. Pemberton seemed to be looking into the wilderness of Franklin Park across the street.\u00a0 He looked down at me and waved and opened up the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you don\u2019t have plans for the next week, that\u2019s how long it\u2019s going to take me to get to the front door!\u201d<\/p>\n

I responded with some awkward remark that was mildly funny and bland but something that would not offend.\u00a0 This is how you have to be when you meet a potential customer.\u00a0 There\u2019s that walking on eggshells period that lasts until the customer makes some symbolic gesture that signals the end of it, that he or she trusts you.\u00a0 With Mr. Pemberton, I could feel there would be no eggshell period.<\/p>\n

When Mr. Pemberton opened one of the double doors, I noticed that there were actually two sets of identical doors.\u00a0 I guess one set of those doors was meant to be a storm door but unlike today\u2019s anorexic storm doors, these were just as heavy and thick as the pair behind it.\u00a0 He came outside on the front porch and smiled genuinely as he shook my hand with surprising firmness.<\/p>\n

Mr. Pemberton was 83.\u00a0 He stood about six feet and was missing most of the hair on top of his head and the hair he did have was white.\u00a0 His voice was easy to listen to: the volume was right, it rarely faltered and it was clear.\u00a0 I could instantly tell he was either well-educated or well-read or both.<\/p>\n

Someone once told me that one of Bill Clinton\u2019s greatest talents was to make you feel like you were the only person in the world when he spoke to you, even if you just met him.\u00a0 He could listen to you and take great interest in what you said.\u00a0 This is what Mr. Pemberton had.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if Bill Clinton\u2019s talent was some political mind trick he mastered in Jedi camp but Mr. Pemberton was authentic in his expression of this special skill.\u00a0 It made me understand how he became so successful.\u00a0 Everyone thinks you have to be some oratory hero that can sell hunger to the hungry in order to rule the world but the power to really listen and make someone feel special is one of the most undervalued skills.<\/p>\n

I know it sounds strange but his eyes were a perfect combination of a predator and humble saint.\u00a0 He was thin and unless you asked him to climb a tree or run a 100 meter dash, you might think his body belonged to a younger man.\u00a0 His clothes were not overly new but they were nice.\u00a0 You know how a respectable grandfather dresses at Thanksgiving?\u00a0 That\u2019s how Mr. Pemberton dressed all the time.\u00a0 There were a lot of casual blazers, a lot of earth tones.<\/p>\n

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And the jazz!\u00a0 There was always good jazz playing which was great because that meant I didn\u2019t have to bring my radio when I worked there.\u00a0 No matter where I was working in the house, he would turn up the music loud enough for me to hear.\u00a0 Even if I was working outside, he would put one of the speakers in an open window if possible.<\/p>\n

When I walked in that first day, Dave Brubeck was playing (on vinyl, of course).\u00a0 He could tell I was enjoying the elaborate piano of Mr. Brubeck and spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cBrubeck was on the cover of Time magazine in 1954.\u00a0 He was on tour with Duke Ellington when the issue came out.\u00a0 Ellington was about 55 at the time and had never been on the cover<\/em> of Time himself.\u00a0 Brubeck was 34 at the time, I believe, he was on the cover<\/em> of Time.\u00a0 In fact, Ellington was the one who happily<\/em> brought the copy to Brubeck\u2019s hotel room with a smile<\/em> on his face.\u00a0 Brubeck felt guilty, supposedly.\u00a0 He thought Ellington was the one who should have been on that cover.\u00a0 There will always be some reason to not accept great honor that you deserve but you must accept it nonetheless.\u00a0 Ellington realized this and so should you.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the first of many lessons that Mr. Pemberton armed me with.\u00a0 He really was like the better part of Proverbs or Ecclesiastes or even an Anglicized version of the Tao.\u00a0 He constantly provided that warm intangible thing that made you feel full of purpose and inspiration and peace; that thing we constantly try to achieve through formal, measurable methods or technology.\u00a0 The more we try for such a thing through unnatural methods, the further it becomes from us.\u00a0 He was not the type (and not just because of his age) to post some beautiful thought on the internet and then walk away.\u00a0 Mr. Pemberton was the type to deliver the beauty at the perfect moment; when you were ready, when you were listening, when you were not distracted.\u00a0 He had such subtle, wonderful skills I didn\u2019t even know existed until I met him.<\/p>\n

The Castle was built around 1870.\u00a0 It was an old lady but it still turned heads.\u00a0 I looked around the front hallway we were standing in.\u00a0 It was grand.\u00a0 Although tired and a bit worn with a few cracks and stains, the white Carrera marble on the floor still demanded admiration.\u00a0 The molding around the doors seemed one of a kind.\u00a0 I started to spot some, what I assumed to be, original walnut doorknobs.\u00a0 I stopped and looked into it because that\u2019s what these doorknobs allow you to do.\u00a0\u00a0 Each one is unique and looks like an infinite galaxy of melted chocolate and caramel.\u00a0 The doorknobs were a fine reflection of the entire house: one of a kind.<\/p>\n

We eventually made it into the dining room.\u00a0 The detail in the wood floor was a thing of the past as much of the house was and of course, the owner.\u00a0 Most of it appeared to be light oak but there was an interesting ten-inch border that was a few inches from the wall that wrapped around the outer edges of the floor.\u00a0 The border was made of some darker wood with interesting patterns in it. \u00a0As with a couple windows in the front of the house, the dining room had one or two odd windows that were as big and tall as a door, going all the way to the floor.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure of the purpose of these windows.\u00a0 You couldn\u2019t use them as doors even though at first glance, they looked like doors.\u00a0 If I had been drinking and heard the ice cream truck outside, I might have gotten excited and ran right through the window, thinking it was a door.\u00a0 I guess there were no ice cream trucks in 1870.<\/p>\n

I excused myself to the bathroom nearby and upon entering; I noticed another peculiar thing on the left hand wall.\u00a0 Someone had very neatly cut a rectangular hole in the wall and covered it with glass.\u00a0 It appeared as if someone had intended to showcase this hole in the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never knew the inside of a wall could be so interesting,\u201d I remarked after leaving the bathroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, why waste money on paintings when all you have to do is put a hole in the wall?\u00a0 Someone before me did that in efforts to dazzle future generations with the intricacies of Victorian wall construction.\u00a0 It\u2019s amazing how even the dullest, most mundane thing can become mildly interesting if enough time passes.\u00a0 It\u2019s just a matter of time before this trend catches on and we start seeing wall museums popping up everywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

He had definitely used those lines before but I didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 I still found them funny.<\/p>\n

For the next 30 minutes, Mr. Pemberton showed me the various projects he had in mind and then left me alone to go back through the various areas one more time.\u00a0 In one room I found a lot of World War II memorabilia.\u00a0 From what I could tell, Mr. Pemberton was a Lieutenant in the Army during that time.\u00a0 In a central position among the memorabilia was a black dagger in a black metal sheath.\u00a0 I stepped closer and noticed a Nazi symbol on the sheath.\u00a0 Although it sent something worse than chills down my spine, I was tempted to hold the weapon and inspect it further.\u00a0 Fearing my body and soul might download some horrific curse, I decided not to touch this grim artifact.\u00a0 Why was it here?\u00a0 What was Mr. Pemberton\u2019s connection to its original owner?\u00a0 It seemed so out of place with everything else not just in that room but in Mr. Pemberton\u2019s life.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

I came down the back stairway cringing at a few missing balusters I knew I would have to somehow replace.\u00a0 I had never replaced balusters before.\u00a0 I guess I would have to figure it out and hope it didn\u2019t take too long.\u00a0 After my tiny, internal freak out had run its course, I entered the kitchen and found Mr. Pemberton making some tea.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t ask me if I wanted any.\u00a0 He simply handed me a cup.\u00a0 He must have figured if I made it this far, I was somebody that liked to drink tea.\u00a0 He was right.<\/p>\n

The dagger was still on my mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u00a0 You look like you saw a ghost.\u00a0 We do have a few lingering around; can\u2019t get the bastards to pay any rent.\u201d He handed me a tea that already had honey in it.\u00a0 Damn, this old guy was reading me like a book on all fronts.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh nothing\u2026I guess it\u2019s just those missing balusters in your stair rails.\u00a0 You didn\u2019t mention them but I know at some point I\u2019ll be asked to fix them.\u00a0 I\u2019ve never\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll figure it out.\u201d\u00a0 He said this with the smallest of smiles.\u00a0\u00a0 I was sure he knew what really gave me the ghost-look.\u00a0 \u201cSo what do you think of my modern kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n

My preoccupied mind had not yet taken it in but now that he brought my attention to it, I was glad my stomach was empty.\u00a0 It\u2019s not that it was dirty but so many other things: the ghastly-patterned linoleum floor that was curling up at the edges; the Formica countertops with a nightmarish light blue, orange-pink faux marble pattern that climbed the back walls to meet the next offender; the dark brown cabinets that also did not escape the treacherous curse of Formica, for their particle board core were completely suffocating in a faux\u2026I don\u2019t know what the hell kind of wood was being mimicked here; the brown, metal appliances that were masterfully coordinated with the cabinets (except the refrigerator \u2013 that looked like it had entered this hell 15 years ago).<\/p>\n

\u201cI, uh\u2026\u201d I struggled to be nice and simply gave up. \u201cWell this kitchen must be the ghost you were talking about.\u00a0 You know, I hear they\u2019re filming a lot of movies in Boston.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure there\u2019s some director out there looking for an authentic 70\u2019s kitchen to film in.\u201d<\/p>\n

He bent over slightly and a few drops of tea came out of his mug as he laughed, \u201cHA!!!\u00a0 Wonderful!\u00a0 I\u2019m going to use those lines, if you don\u2019t mind!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not,\u201d I said. \u201cBelieve me, I tried to find something nice to say.\u00a0 You know, you do have a lot of natural light in here, especially in the afternoon and there is a lot of warm brick and a lot of open space.\u00a0 I have a good friend I work with that does granite countertops, we could find a good cabinet guy, I know a fair plumber and a good electrician.\u00a0 You could keep the layout the same, keep things basic to keep the costs down.\u00a0 You could turn this kitchen disco into a modern wonder.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKitchen disco!\u00a0 I\u2019m taking that one too!\u201d\u00a0 He recovered from his laughter and pondered what I said.\u00a0 As he looked around, he seemed to be quickly seeing moments from the past that were tied to this kitchen.\u00a0 He was clearly not ready to let this old lady go.\u00a0 \u201dI think there\u2019s still a shred of glory left in this fine galley.\u201d\u00a0 Then he looked right at me and said, \u201cPerhaps the next person that lives here can deal with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

As we walked to the front door, I went through the work in my head.\u00a0 Most of it was painting but there was also a fair amount of wallpaper removal.\u00a0 The fact I accepted the job is a testament to how much I admired this man.\u00a0 When I see that much wallpaper removal, I do everything I can to squirm my way out of the job.\u00a0 I\u2019ve even taken a vacation for the hell of it so I had an excuse for not being able to do a wallpaper removal job.\u00a0 If you\u2019re ever doing research on what it feels like to be so depressed, death is the doorway you look to walk through, I say to you: remove lots of wallpaper.\u00a0 It feels like some form of punishment that is so wicked that even the Russians turned it down and decided to send people to labor camps in Siberia instead.\u00a0\u00a0 But something that day told me Mr. Pemberton would make a good customer and even a better friend, worth the pains of wallpaper removal.<\/p>\n

As we stepped outside, he inhaled the unusually warm March air as if he were about to hold his breath under water.\u00a0 He exhaled and held his arms out as if he were an Italian restaurant owner about to hug his favorite customer.\u00a0 \u201cGod I love the first warm day of the year.\u00a0 No matter how old I get or rickety I feel, it makes me feel like I\u2019m ten years old.\u00a0 New Englanders love to complain about the winter but to me, this moment is the payoff.\u00a0 It makes it all worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I told Mr. Pemberton I would be in touch about the work and left him standing on his porch, enjoying the very moment he was in.\u00a0 What a rare thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sometimes the incredible happens; the special, the unbelievable, the downright absurd, the very thing that makes you feel like you\u2019re living in a cartoon.\u00a0 But most of the time, it\u2019s not the actual event that happens that makes it these things but rather the people involved.\u00a0 This is how it was at 95 America Street … <\/p>\n

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