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that!"
"My mother says the best thing for a sore
back is to lie on the ground outside, and when you hear the call of
the whip-poor-will roll over three times," Joe replied, trying to
be helpful.
"That so?" replied the man. "I'll have to let
Serge in on that one. Worth a try and a lot cheaper than the
bathhouse, that's for sure. Say boy, what's your name?"
"Joe Jopolowski," he replied, extending his
hand. The man grinned and took Joe's handshake, introducing himself
as Vic Starboli.
"Ever been to Boblo, boy?"
"No, sir. Today's my first time. Heard about
it from a friend of mine though."
"You sneak on the boat? You can let me in on
it. I won't tell no one," Vic said.
"No, sir. My father bought my ticket. How can
someone sneak on a boat? There are crewmen standing at the
gangplank," he answered.
"Well, a grown man would have a hard time of
it, but a small boy could hide himself in between a couple of
ladies' skirts and just walk right on without being noticed."
"But that would be stealing, Mr.
Starboli!"
"Course it wouldn't… just taking a ride on a
boat that's already going somewhere." Looking at his worried
expression, Vic lightly jabbed Joe in the arm and said, "Now, you
forget about what I said, and don't be worrying your folks about
it. I was just teasing you. Let me show you a couple of sites along
the way if ya want." Changing the subject, Vic pointed to a large
building with fortresses on either side. It was surrounded by
several small buildings along the riverbank.
"Now that's Fort Wayne. It's not much of a
defense against enemies, but soldiers still train there. It's over
seventy-five years old and never had one shot fired in anger. They
built it before we started getting along with those Canucks. Drank
with a couple of enlisted men one time, and they said they like
being stationed there because the work's easy and the city life is
the greatest when they get furloughed." Joe hadn't known there was
a fort with soldiers in Detroit.
Vic pointed at large factory after factory
flanking the water front. Huge cranes and smokestacks rose above
the buildings. One chimney reached up two hundred sixty feet into
the sky, blocking out views beyond it. A sulfurous smell drifted
into the open boat, and the ladies on board covered their noses
with handkerchiefs. Two boys near Joe laughed and pointed at one
another, blaming one another for the smell.
"Those factories are processing salt they
pull up from under the ground. Detroit is sitting on a giant bed of
salt, and it's just there for the taking. Ten thousand men work at
that plant alone. But the salt mines reach outside Detroit." The
boat had passed the outer limits of the city now. "That's River
Rouge, and just ahead is the village of Ecorse." Joe watched the
men working around the plant. Despite being Saturday, it seemed the
plant was in full work mode.
Beyond the factories a small park appeared on
the river's edge, and several grand houses with large yards dotted
the shoreline. Many had docks with a small motorboat or rowboat
tied to the side. The Columbia floated by a large shipyard.
Men were hammering and sawing wood, constructing a large ship that
was almost finished.
"Ford City," said Vic.
"I thought Henry Ford's city was Dearborn"
said Joe, referring to the small city just west of Detroit that
Henry Ford had founded. Mr. Ford had built a large mansion outside
of the city because his wife didn't like the noise and
pollution.
"Different Ford," replied Vic. "This one is
John Ford. He manufactures glass in Pennsylvania, and he uses the
salt mines here to make chemicals for the glass somehow. Well, his
sons do anyway. He's dead now. I'll show you where they live; you
can see their houses from the boat."
A little further down, after passing another
large hotel, Vic pointed out two mansions. One sat directly on the
water, and the other could be seen behind it, facing the avenue
that ran along the river. "That's how the other half lives, my
boy." The three-story
"My mother says the best thing for a sore
back is to lie on the ground outside, and when you hear the call of
the whip-poor-will roll over three times," Joe replied, trying to
be helpful.
"That so?" replied the man. "I'll have to let
Serge in on that one. Worth a try and a lot cheaper than the
bathhouse, that's for sure. Say boy, what's your name?"
"Joe Jopolowski," he replied, extending his
hand. The man grinned and took Joe's handshake, introducing himself
as Vic Starboli.
"Ever been to Boblo, boy?"
"No, sir. Today's my first time. Heard about
it from a friend of mine though."
"You sneak on the boat? You can let me in on
it. I won't tell no one," Vic said.
"No, sir. My father bought my ticket. How can
someone sneak on a boat? There are crewmen standing at the
gangplank," he answered.
"Well, a grown man would have a hard time of
it, but a small boy could hide himself in between a couple of
ladies' skirts and just walk right on without being noticed."
"But that would be stealing, Mr.
Starboli!"
"Course it wouldn't… just taking a ride on a
boat that's already going somewhere." Looking at his worried
expression, Vic lightly jabbed Joe in the arm and said, "Now, you
forget about what I said, and don't be worrying your folks about
it. I was just teasing you. Let me show you a couple of sites along
the way if ya want." Changing the subject, Vic pointed to a large
building with fortresses on either side. It was surrounded by
several small buildings along the riverbank.
"Now that's Fort Wayne. It's not much of a
defense against enemies, but soldiers still train there. It's over
seventy-five years old and never had one shot fired in anger. They
built it before we started getting along with those Canucks. Drank
with a couple of enlisted men one time, and they said they like
being stationed there because the work's easy and the city life is
the greatest when they get furloughed." Joe hadn't known there was
a fort with soldiers in Detroit.
Vic pointed at large factory after factory
flanking the water front. Huge cranes and smokestacks rose above
the buildings. One chimney reached up two hundred sixty feet into
the sky, blocking out views beyond it. A sulfurous smell drifted
into the open boat, and the ladies on board covered their noses
with handkerchiefs. Two boys near Joe laughed and pointed at one
another, blaming one another for the smell.
"Those factories are processing salt they
pull up from under the ground. Detroit is sitting on a giant bed of
salt, and it's just there for the taking. Ten thousand men work at
that plant alone. But the salt mines reach outside Detroit." The
boat had passed the outer limits of the city now. "That's River
Rouge, and just ahead is the village of Ecorse." Joe watched the
men working around the plant. Despite being Saturday, it seemed the
plant was in full work mode.
Beyond the factories a small park appeared on
the river's edge, and several grand houses with large yards dotted
the shoreline. Many had docks with a small motorboat or rowboat
tied to the side. The Columbia floated by a large shipyard.
Men were hammering and sawing wood, constructing a large ship that
was almost finished.
"Ford City," said Vic.
"I thought Henry Ford's city was Dearborn"
said Joe, referring to the small city just west of Detroit that
Henry Ford had founded. Mr. Ford had built a large mansion outside
of the city because his wife didn't like the noise and
pollution.
"Different Ford," replied Vic. "This one is
John Ford. He manufactures glass in Pennsylvania, and he uses the
salt mines here to make chemicals for the glass somehow. Well, his
sons do anyway. He's dead now. I'll show you where they live; you
can see their houses from the boat."
A little further down, after passing another
large hotel, Vic pointed out two mansions. One sat directly on the
water, and the other could be seen behind it, facing the avenue
that ran along the river. "That's how the other half lives, my
boy." The three-story
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