In grad school, I rented a place in the green mansion at the top of Academy Street.
I was more of a Deer Park person than a Stone Balloon person. I think I only went in there twice in five years - once to see Joan Jett and once to see Leon Redbone.
I still have my DP mug from 50 cent mug night, though. Good golly I spent a lot of time in there.
My best DP story was the night near closing when some guy came in and asked a bunch of us for unspecified "help" with his car. He was pretty drunk, so we said we'd help with his car as long as he wasn't fixing to drive it.
He got confused at the intersection in front of Wonderland and took a left turn on the railroad tracks. He got surprisingly far before his wheels got stuck in the railroad ties.
So, while we were trying to figure out how to lift his car enough to roll it back, one of Newark's finest showed up and said "Whose car is this?" I've never seen so many people back up with their hands up and say, "Not mine." That's about the time someone noticed the telephone number for the railroad on the crossing sign, and figured we might want to call them.
Those tracks are a hazard to life and limb. I lost count of how many people have been run over by trains there.
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