Summary: After serving in the Navy, I found it impossible to return to my Brooklyn roots. The high rent and cultural shift led me to Manhattan, where I discovered a new identity. Mistaken for Bruce Springsteen, I navigated a world of celebrity neighbors and exclusive venues. This is a story of transformation, adaptation, and the surprising twists life can take.
I could relate to her plight. I, too, once lived in a high-rent neighborhood. After a stint in the Navy, I couldn't imagine myself living in Brooklyn anymore. It was where I grew up, and it will always hold a special place in my heart, but I just couldn't handle living there any longer.
After spending many years on the West Coast and learning to speak proper English, the thought of settling back in Brooklyn and reverting to the local dialect terrified me. I had no idea I was speaking a very distinct language until I left Brooklyn. Just saying "coffee" or "water" was enough for everyone to realize I was from Brooklyn.
When I first left the Navy, I had a golden tan from all those years in the Pacific. Whenever I spoke to someone who didn't know me, they always asked where I was from. Initially, I thought they were curious about my deep tan in the middle of winter. But they all said, "You don't sound like you're from Brooklyn." And they were right. I was speaking a foreign language in my native Brooklyn.
So, there was only one thing to do: move to Manhattan. I found an apartment I could afford in one of the plushest places in Manhattan. However, I had to make sacrifices. I could only afford a studio apartment. But my new neighbors were nothing like those I was accustomed to in Brooklyn.
Walter Cronkite lived across the street from me. Gloria Vanderbilt was around the corner, and Maureen O'Hara was down the street. Everywhere I went, people smiled and called me "The Boss." I thought it was some kind of Manhattan thing. But one day, when I took a date to a very exclusive place and asked if I could get a table without a reservation, I was told, "Yes, we always have a table for The Boss."
I asked my date, "Who the hell is this Boss guy?"
She said, "You're not serious."
I replied, "Just tell me what this Boss thing is."
She laughed and asked, "How many years have you been a cloistered monk?"
I asked, "Have things changed that much? I've been overseas for a long time. But have I gotten that far out of touch?"
She said, "Okay, I'll tell you. Bruce Springsteen is The Boss, and you look just like him. That's who they think you are."
I said, "Oh, I've heard of him. I just didn't make the Boss connection. Does that mean I don't look like Elvis anymore?"
She laughed and said, "Elvis? Who told you that you looked like Elvis?"
I laughed and said, "I dated a girl in high school who was a big Elvis fan. She always told me I looked like him."
She laughed and said, "Well, right now you look like Bruce Springsteen. At least that's why I'm dating you. Here, just look at this picture of Bruce Springsteen at his Barcelona concert. He looks like your twin here."
I laughed and said, "Oh, I thought you were going out with me because I had such a spacious studio apartment."
She said, "By the way, how did you find that apartment?"
I said, "It helps when your uncle is President of the Real Estate Board."
She laughed and said, "I had to read the obituaries for months before the right person passed away in the apartment I was looking for."
I laughed and said, "You're not having a fantasy that I'm Bruce Springsteen when we're making it, are you?"
She hesitated and said, "No. He doesn't sing deep-meaning songs like your favorite song, 'Why.' Tell me, are you having a fantasy that I'm someone else when we're making love?"
I said, "No, of course not. But did I ever tell you how much you looked like Cindy Crawford?"
Life has a funny way of surprising us. From Brooklyn to Manhattan, from a Navy stint to being mistaken for Bruce Springsteen, my journey has been anything but ordinary. It's a testament to the power of change, adaptation, and the unexpected twists that make life so fascinating.
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