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Judith Stein 2006

I was never in Asbury Park in its heyday, but for my mother--who died this past October at the age of 93--it was *the* place to go in the '30s, when she was teaching second grade in Rumson. Her favorite Asbury Park story was about the fortune teller on the boardwalk who told her the letter "J" would be very important in her life. She thought nothing of it at the time. But my late father, whom she met just two years later, was named Jack; my name is Judy; and my younger sister's name is Jane. She and my father had their honeymoon in one of Asbury Park's fanciest hotels (she couldn't remember which one, but it was right on the ocean), where my father had worked as a bellhop for several summers to pay his way through college. They had very little money and could afford only one weekend, but they were treated like royalty by the hotel staff. When the time came to sign out and pay the bill, they were told the entire stay--in the bridal suite, no less--had been on the house. In the summer of 1995, I spent some time in Asbury Park at the Berkeley Carteret, in a suite on the third floor with a full ocean view. I took some photos out the window to show my mother. When she saw them, she gasped. She went to the bookcase, pulled out an old, dusty book on the Jersey shore, and looked through it until she found another photograph. It was of the hulk of the Morro Castle next to the Convention Center, practically underneath my hotel window. She had come to gawk at it back then and had never forgotten it. Judy Stein

Michael S.

Greetings:

Just browsing or (no pun intended) surfing the Asbury Park website.

I was glancing through an oversized book of Norman Rockwell paintings in our small library on the second floor of my Dad's home, and there sitting loosely inside the front cover,was either a pastel or crayon portrait of my Mom done by Zad signed and dated 1946.

I too remember walking the boardwalk of Asbury Park during the summer days and nights of the late 50's and early 60's. Fantasy and reality came together in a delightful mix rivaling anything Broadway or Hollywood could come up with. And there in the middle of it all was Zad. He was ensconced in a permanent art deco kiosk in the center of the boardwalk. The top of the kiosk adjoined a hotel which bounded both sides of the promenade in that area.

There was always a gathering watching Zad. Some were customers waiting, some were not.A portrait of movie actor Spencer Tracy was strategically placed for all to see as if to add gravitas or legitimacy to his craftsmanship.

As I gaze at the portrait of my mom found by surprise inside the cover of an old book, I too ask the question- what ever happened to Zad?

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max the cigarette man at the arcade?maxes??