(Day 20) Kingtones Memoirs
February 25, 1964 (Tuesday)
We got up at 11:30 A.M. I made “breakfast” of cheese sandwiches. We were out of official breakfast food. It was another nice day. It was warm with low humidity. I received a letter from Chick, so I called her. I really wanted to hear her voice. When she answered, I spent the next 8 minutes in heaven. I forgot all the problems I was having in Florida and concentrated on the happy, fun loving thoughts of her.
The rest of the day was a hodgepodge of not doing much. We played some cards, and of course, watched more television, our all time favorite thing to do. I went to the cleaners and picked up our band suits. We wanted to be ready if we started at Porky’s on Monday. We had an optimistic outlook about our chances of playing there. We had seen an ad in the newspaper, which said The Kingtones would be starting at Porky’s on March 2.
We took a little break from TV to listen to the World’s Heavyweight Boxing Championship on radio. If it was televised, we couldn’t get it. The fight was between Sonny Liston and Cassius Clay. Pete bet me a dime that Cassius Clay would win. Normally, I wouldn’t take a bet, but I thought I would teach Pete a good lesson about betting. I knew that Sonny had beat Floyd Patterson in the first round with a knockout. All the oddsmakers were saying that Liston would “cream” Clay. So I took his dime bet, and prepared a mental speech of how he was a fool to bet. Of course, when the fight was over, and Cassius Clay won, this just confirmed to Pete that HE too, “was the Greatest.” He also let me know that I was a loser! After the fight, I made popcorn. We quickly resumed our “television positions,” and watched TV until every channel had gone off the air.
Pete had mentioned earlier, that if we wanted to, we could get a job at the Shelazar Bar for $25.00 a night. We decided that if we didn’t start at Porky’s on March 2, we would play there for 3 or 4 nights. That way, we would have enough money for gas and food for our trip back to Michigan.
We were all healthy and got along very well that day. That was the first time in ages that we didn’t have disagreements. One of the reasons that our day might have gone so well was because Pete was out of money, except for 16 cents. He hadn’t had a beer all day and even got the shakes. His mind was on other things than finding fault with us.