WAITING ON THE ANGELS – THE LONG COOL SUMMER OF ’65 REVISITED
An episodic novel by Bill Kelly [billkelly3@gmail.com]
Waiting on the Angels – The Long
Cool Summer of ’65 Revisited
is the ultimate Roman a clef where the facts of history blend easily with
popular myths. After “Three Hundred Years at the Point”and “Birth of the
Birdie,” Bill Kelly’s third book is a lighthearted romp into the heart of the
Sixties. It records how Bob Dylan came to meet Levon and the Hawks, solves a
legendary murder mystery, and revives the summer when the Hell’s Angels were
kicked out of town and threatened to return in force on Labor Day and wreck
havoc to Ocean City, New Jersey – “America’s Greatest Family Resort.”
ACT I EPISODE 1 – The Hell's Angels Come to America's Greatest Family Resort
At the bay's shore, just off the Somers Point, N.J. circle at the base of the 9th Street Bridge causeway is the Circle Liquor store.
At the bay's shore, just off the Somers Point, N.J. circle at the base of the 9th Street Bridge causeway is the Circle Liquor store.
The summer of '65 began inauspiciously enough with
the soft sounds of shore birds chirping and the waves of boat wakes lapping at
the bay shores and the strong smell of the salt ocean air brought in by soft
bay winds. The natural sounds of spring were slowly over ridden by what began
as a soft humm that seemed to get steadily louder.
The animals sensed it first,
darting their heads as the birds went silent and the squirrels and rabbits
scattered away as the humm steadily increased in volume until it was a constant
vibration almost running ripples counter to the lapless tide, crescendoing into a
thunderous roar of motorcycles that flew by in a blur and a cloud of dust and slowly
faded away to a quiet hum and after a few moments the lapping of the tide could
be heard again.
Ocean City police patrolman William Warren was
sitting in his patrol car in the parking lot of the Circle Liquor Store, that overlooks the bay and the bridge.
Patrolman Warren was eating his
lunch when the swarm of motorcycles sped past him. While he was technically in
Somers Point, Ocean City police patrols the causeway and strictly enforces
speeding laws. Warren put down his sandwich, reached for the patrol car radio
and called it in, and then began pursuit.
As those of you who were there will recall, the
summer of '65 began normally enough, hell we didn't even know the Hell's Angels
came to town. That was a city and state secret and we only found out about it
later because the mayor of Ocean City New Jersey Tom Waldman was in the
thick of it all.
And while we didn't know it at the time, and as we later discovered, the summer
of '65 really began when those Hell's Angels came to town.
“There were two entirely different and
unrelated incidents,” the mayor later explained. “The Hell's Angels did come to
town before Memorial Day, but that and the Labor Day events were two different incidents and were not really
connected, and that’s a different story.”
As the mayor explained, “There weren't that many of them. Less than a dozen bikers - Hell's Angels. What happened was a black police officer ordered them to pull over and they ignored him. He was probably the first black police officer on the Ocean City, New Jersey police force.”
When the bikers ignored him and refused to pull over on the causeway he radioed ahead so as they cruised in town down 9th Street they were met by a police car roadblock at West Avenue where they were corralled into a vacant lot at the end of the railroad line and what is now McDonald’s.
There, they were just as belligerent.
“They would only talk to the mayor,” said Waldman,
who was summoned out of his 8th street travel agency office, picked up in a
squad car and taken over to talk with their leader, as legend would have it, Ralph “Sonny” Barger, the badest Hell’s Angel.
According to Hunter S. Thompson, “Barger’s word goes unquestioned." The father of gonzo journalism called him “The Maximum Leader,” and described him as “a 6-foot, 170 pound warehouseman from East Oakland, the coolest head in the lot, and a tough, quick-thinking dealer when any action starts. By turn he is a fanatic, a philosopher, a brawler, a shrewd compromiser and final arbitrator.”
According to Hunter S. Thompson, “Barger’s word goes unquestioned." The father of gonzo journalism called him “The Maximum Leader,” and described him as “a 6-foot, 170 pound warehouseman from East Oakland, the coolest head in the lot, and a tough, quick-thinking dealer when any action starts. By turn he is a fanatic, a philosopher, a brawler, a shrewd compromiser and final arbitrator.”
The leader of the Hells Angels met Mayor Waldman,
the suit and tie travel agent and “maximum leader” of Ocean City.
The mayor said, “Whenever you have a large transient
population like we do, you will have exposure to all types, including these
violent motorcycle gangs. But you can’t condone it, and you can’t ignore it.”
“We talked, and I introduced them to the black officer,” he remembered, “but they were racist and weren’t going to take any orders from him."
"I told them he was only doing his job and trying to earn a living for his family. They were very polite, and eventually we all shook hands in the end. But we didn’t go out and have cocktails together.”
“We talked, and I introduced them to the black officer,” he remembered, “but they were racist and weren’t going to take any orders from him."
"I told them he was only doing his job and trying to earn a living for his family. They were very polite, and eventually we all shook hands in the end. But we didn’t go out and have cocktails together.”
Mayor Waldman had Patrolman Warren give a single
ticket for speeding to their leader, whose driver license identified him as - Ralph S. Barger, Golf Lane, Oakland, California. The mayor told him if he didn’t accept it they were all
going to be issued tickets and their background checked and they would be
arrested if there were any outstanding warrants anywhere in the
country.
Waldman, the Mayor of America’s Greatest Family
Resort, and Sonny Barger the leader of the Hell's Angels went eyeball to eyeball
and the leader of the pack blinked. He took the speeding ticket and without saying
another word they all got on their bikes and left the way they came..
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