Sunday 16 September 2012

1976 Summer at the Nevele, Ellenville, N.Y.

continued from "The Nevele Country Club - Ellenville-NY.

After Passover, I sort of got tired of Victor’s imperial ways.  Herman, a grey-haired waiter who used to have his station next to Victor’s knowing I was unhappy with him approached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse, and to Victor’s utter consternation I dropped him and started working with Herman. But that didn’t last long. I was in for the shock of my life when at  the very week before the summer season began I was uncerimoniously dropped by Herman who had a fresh Brazilian bus-boy to take my place. Victor who had already got over my 'defection' could not help but gloat about my undoing. I felt betrayed by Herman, the bastard, but couldn’t do much about it because that's the way it goes in this heartless business. 

I was given a position everyone shunned:  to work as a relief bus-boy for those on their day off.  It was a strange arrangement because the bus-boys I relieved had to pay me out of his weekly pay. The bus-boys paid me on the Sunday afternoon after their guests left for the city. It was really weird having 6 bus-boys whose days-off I had covered come to me all at once and pay me out of their tiny tip-envelopes. What a fish market that was. But it worked all right.  Americans are really organized when it comes to money matters.

The Nevele dining room. The picture must be from the 1970s because I remember those black water pitchers so well.

Relieving bus-boys on their day-off I had the chance to work with almost every single waiter and waitress at the Nevele dining room. One day at a time. Then, after a couple of weeks I was given a new position: to work permanently with Guru Dev in the Kids’ Section. Older kids and teen-agers. That’s when everything started falling into places.

GEORGE  KONG 

But before we get to that I’d like to introduce George Kong, a very nice Chinese young man who started working at the Nevele a few weeks before the Summer season. We became fast friends almost instantly. I liked George because he was intelligent and had a bright school-curriculum. He was still at High School, probably 1977 would be his graduation year. I liked George and George liked me. I liked him because he spoke English as a native speaker. He was born in the U.S. His mother worked in the pantry - in the kitchen - and she was a very loud lady who was always shouting at everyone. After she realized I was her son’s buddy she started treating me well, but I always avoided her. George was her opposite, such a calm & collected kid. Soon after, other bus-boys started talking about us as if we were an ‘item’, but George was too young and used to a High School environment to be bothered with that kind of innuendo. Anyway, most of the talk was done in Spanish and Portuguese so George was not even aware of it, which gave me a quiet pleasure knowing that the rabble were so low and their pettiness so base and inane that it wouldn’t even make itself known to their intended target. 

George and I used to talk all the time while we were setting up tables; before the dining room doors opened, while guests were entering; while guests were sitting; while in the queue for soup or bread; while carrying bus-boxes to the dishwashing crowd; while waiting for the last guests to leave; while setting up for the next meal. It was never a dull moment, and I guess the other fellows were jealous of me, because I was able to be friends with someone whose language was not Portuguese or Spanish. Maybe they thought I would have to stick with those of my own age. George behaved like a regular American citizen who knew how to speak the local language.  

I tried to learn as much English as I could listening to him talking about all kinds of subjects. He used to say that he only went swimming when the thermometres marked 90º Farenheit. I was  even learning how to deal with the Farenheit gradation with George. At first I was afraid George would make fun of my accent but he never showed any concern about that which made me proud of myself. He was used to hearing all types of accents hailing from a Chinese background. He probably spoke more than one kind of Chinese too, although I never heard him speaking anything but English.

Even when Summer really arrived and I was demoted to being a relief-bus-boy George and I found ways to talk to each other when we happened to be working near each other's stations. 

Then, when I started working with the kids in the back I saw less and less of George because we started work earlier and left earlier too. George was lucky enough to have found another Chinese bus-boy to bond with. Jeffrey was a diminutive Chinese youth whose parents worked in the kitchen somewhere. He was shy and collected whereas George was exuberant and out-going. I wish I kept in contact with George. I wonder whatever happened to him. He must have gone on and become a middle class professional.

Peter Frampton was all the rage of  the summer of 1976 with his double-live-album ‘Frampton comes alive’.  ‘Show me the way’ was the most popular song among the teens.

Nevele's Kid's Section

Working with the kids, I entered a different world where English was spoken all the time instead of  the usual half-Spanish-and-Portuguese. Guru Dev was a Jewish young man from Manhattan who obviously was a rebel against his heritage even though he was earning his summer money at a Jewish resort. Stewart, the other waiter, was a local Ellenville boy and Gates, Stewie's bus-boy, was a young Jewish local dude who was stoned most of the time. It was so much more fun working with these guys than with those who only thought about how much money they would make at the end of the week. 

Stewie was blonde and very popular with girls and boys. He played the guitar and sang reasonably well. He was particularly fond of America, a threesome pop group who broke out with 'A horse with no name' in 1972 and had been very popular in the summer and fall of 1975. Stewie played 'Sister Golden Hair' [# 1 in 14 June 1975], 'Tin man' [November 1974], 'Sand man', 'Daisy Jane' , 'Lonely people' and other assorted hits. 

I suddenly noticed I was popular with the teens whom I served and liked by my co-workers as well. I was a mystery to them because I never mingled with anybody after work. As soon as we were finished, I would go back to Jeffery's room where we watch TV together or talked about life in general.

Guru Dev was curious about my whereabouts after-hours and one day he asked me: ‘Why don’t I ever see you with other Brazilian boys after work?’ I knew exactly what he meant because Brazilians are a lot of gossipers and they must have told something about my living with an American Blackman. I just evaded the question with a smirk and a silly answer.

Guru Dev was a very smart guy who wore a short wig on top of his long hair in order to be allowed to work as a waiter at the Nevele and even though he was into Indian religion and philosophy he was very matter-of-fact in his dealing with money and a neat and reliable waiter. I thought he might be gay but I was never sure about it as he wasn't sure about my sexuality.

Guru Dev and myself served about 4 giant tables of older teens and Stewart & Dale served another set of four tables with younger teens. That was the teen-ager section of the Nevele at the very back of the dining room. Even though the kids paid a little less money than the adults, actually we ended up getting the same amount of tip-money because we served a bigger number of them. In the end serving kids was a much better deal than serving those old farts. Kids come early and leave as soon as they finish eating whereas adults drink endless cups of coffee or tea after their meal. Most kids skip soup altogether. The only thing we had to work on the double was the massive ordering of iced-tea and ice-cream for lunch and sherbert for dinner.


Salmon pink was the colour of the dishes for breakfast and lunch and blue was the colour for dinner, as the Jewish custom dictates. One cannot eat dairy products in the same dish that one has eaten meat. That’s the kosher law. Basically one is not supposed to mix the mother’s milk with the mother’s flesh and blood. Does that make sense? None whatsoever, but that is their custom. The ideal situation should be not to kill the mother to start with. Then there would not be any flesh to mix with milk or blood.


Peter Frampton’s Live Album ‘Frampton comes alive’ was all the rage in the summer of 1976. Jefferson Starship’s ‘Red Octopus’ came a strong second. 

Some kids were curious about my music tastes and would ask me if I liked Peter Frampton's music being myself a foreigner. I suppose I was a special foreigner because I knew most of the Top 40 hits. 

Guru Dev used to hum Lou Rawls’ ‘You’ll never find another love like mine’, which I hated and then make fun of myself telling the kids it was my favourite tune. Dev whose real name I don’t remember was such a good person. He used to be very skillful in getting the kids to decide their orders very quickly. As we started earlier than the rest, Dev was getting the main dish ordered and served when the adults were still entering the dining room. 

Working in such a huge dining-room is like a race against time. We, the bus-boys used to ‘root for’ our waiters to see who would be first or second in the kitchen line. Dev was always first because there was no way of beating him. We started at least 15 minutes before the rest and as we skipped the soup racket, we ended up with a two-course meal: main dish and dessert. That was my revenge for having been dumped by bloody Herman. I ended up better off than all of them together.

Flying me back to Memphis got to find my Daisy Jane...
A Nevele post-card from 1948.
Ellenville-NY nowadays. Now that the Nevele doesn't exist anymore Ellenville looks even smaller.
The Nevele Country Club dining-room staff in the summer of 1976.

This photo was taken on a Sunday after lunch just when everyone was happy with their tips received a little earlier. In summer guests usually stayed for a period of seven days arriving at Friday dinner and leaving after Sunday lunch. There was a lot of waiters and bus-boys not included here. I could name at least 10 off the top of my head.

Starting from the last row in the back from left to right: 1. Scott, bus-boy; 2. 'Tomato Juice' nickname of a funny Colombian bb; 3. Rudy Aguilera; 4. Dalmo, Victor's Brazilian bb; 5. Humberto Flores, Peruvian bb; 6. Santos Rodrigues, Peruvian waiter; 7. Pablo Castro, an older Peruvian bb; 8. Angelo, older Colombian bb; 9. tall Jewish bb; 10. Luiz Amorim (myself); 11. George Kong, my best friend; 12. Harry Wellman, oldest bb at Nevele.

2nd row from the top - from left to right:  13. Alberto (standing up), tallest staff member - a Colombian bb; 14. Alejandro Abondano, Colombian bb; 15. Ernesto, Colombian bb; 16. waiter Londoño, Juan Pablos' brother; 17. Oscar Diez; 18. Ray Foster; 19. Kaya, bb from Turkey; 20. Ernesto, Tadeu's Colombian bb; 21. Kats bb; 22. another young Jewish bb.

3rd row from the top:  23. a new Colombian bb; 24. Echeverria, 'el Cura', an older Colombian bb; 25. Henry (Burro) the funniest Colombian bb in the place; 26. Jeffrey, diminutive Chinese bb; 27. Juan Pablo Londoño; 28. a Jewish bb; 29. Fernando Montoya; 30. Henry Castaño ('Petardo'); 31. Oscar (flaco), Colombian bb; 32. Bob Schiess, shortest bb in the Nevele; 33. Leon Gomes; 34: Lima, older Brazilian bb.

4th row from the top (all standing up):  35. Arthur Miller, waiter; 36. a Jewish bb; 37. Abby bb; 38. Kaya's brother; 39. Jay, social-democrat Jewish bb; 40. Don, bb; 41. Mike Molina, only Puerto-rican bb; 42. Victor's old friend whose name I can't recall; 43. Jayme;  44. a Jewish waiter with rimless glasses; 45. Gabriel Morales, young Chilean waiter; 46. Joe, waiter; 47. Kaplan.

5th row from the top (front row):  48. Carlos Benz, waiter; 49. Tchaikowsky, Brazilian bb; 50. Perelechinsky, Argentine waiter; 51. Bobby Brown, waiters' captain; 52. Mr. Irving Gerstein, Nevele's Maitre 'D; 53. Sam Rasummy, 2nd captain; 54. Cindy Friedman; 55. Cindy Chueng; 56. Meylee  Newman; 57. Edna Tuo.

sitting cross-legged on the floor: 58. Jorge Quintero, the Captain's Colombian bb; 59. Ritchie, a Jewish waiter; 60. Bruce Fox, a favourite Jewish waiter (he was going to Medical school).

Note:  What I mean by 'Jewish bus-boy'. They are those Jewish high-school students who work at Jewish resorts only during the summer months to make a little cash of their own. It means that they arrive a week before Memorial Day and leave soon after Labor Day. I don't recall most of their names 'cause there was not enough time to get acquainted with them during the busy summertime days. 

Waiters & Waitresses working at The Nevele Country Club circa 1975-1976:

Captain:  Bob Brown;  bb: Jorge Quintero

1. Sam Rasummy (had a heart attack) – Captain’s deputy                           
2. Terry (Tadeu);  bb:  Ernesto (?)
3.  Larry Feld;  bb: Tchaikowsky
4.  Victor;  bb: Dalmo
5.  Victor’s old & bald grumpy companion
6.  Herman;  bb: Brazilian bus-boy with glasses
7.  Evelyn (or would be Beverly?)
8.  Marilyn (?) her blonde (too) Ellenville friend
9.  Colombian coffee planter (forget his name); first waiter I worked with.
10. Arthur Miller
11. Perelechinsky (Argentine);
12. Rudy Aguilera (Argentine);
13. Ray Foster (gambler);
14. Santos Rodrigues (Peruvian smiley man)
15. Leon Gomez
16. Jayme (?)
17. Gabriel Morales (from Chile) 
18. Joe
19. Kaplan
20. Carlos Benz
21. Cindy Friedman
22. Cindy Chueng
23. Merilee Allyn Newman
24. Edna Tuo 
25. Ritchie Levy
26. Bruce Fox
27. Gary Weinstein 
28. Mauricio, mineiro magro (Brazilian);
29. Guru Dev (Mitch Glucksman) (Teenager section) bb: Luiz
30. Stewart Taylor (Stewie); bb: Dale Gates
31. Londoño (Juan Pablo’s brother)
32. Jewish student with rimless glasses
33. Cathi (Oscar Diez’s sweet-heart)
34. Howie (Howard Sandler) some time my waiter

Bus-boys 


1. Tchaikowsky Petersen (Tichinha)
2. Humberto Flores
3. Juan Pablo Londoño
4.  Myself (Luiz Amorim)
5.  George Kong
6.  Gustavo
7.  Oscar Diez
8.    (from Governador Valadares)
9.   Lima (1st room-mate)
10. Dalmo (Victor’s bb)
11. Herman’s Brazilian bb w glasses
12. Dale Gates
13. Henry Castaño (Petardo)
14. Jorge Quintero
15. Mike Molina
16. Echeverria (Cura)
17. Ernesto (Tadeu’s bb - Colombian smiling face)
18. Pablo Castro
19. Fernando Montoya
20. Peruvian bb w Variant; cara fechada
21. Angelo (grey-haired bb)
22. Tall Jewish boy
23. Kaya (from Turkey)
24. Kaya’s brother
25. Kats
26. Alberto (tallest man in dining-room)
27. Tomato Juice
28. Alejandro Abondano
29. Ernesto
30. Henry (Burro)
31. Oscar (he thin one)
32. Jeffrey (the other Chinese boy)
33. Abby
34. Jay (social-democrat)
35. Don Berger
36. Michael’s friend (?)
37. Harry Wellman (oldest bb in Nevele)
38. Bob Schiess (shortest bb)
39. Carmine (his father was a waiter, but I don't recall his name). 

Ellenville's only movie theatre is still in existence... but it doesn't show movies anymore.

Brazilian Nevele staff had an array of new vocabulary concerning the art of waiting and busing off dishes:  sarapiar means 'set up tables', disha (dishwasher machine), parkear (park a car), ringar (telephone someone).

The Nevele through the day... 
Mike Molina (encircled at the centre) was the 2nd tallest man in the dining-room staff; Alberto (from Colombia) standing up in the back was the tallest of all. 

32 comments:

  1. I am so happy to read this eloquent entry. I was one of the older kid in the back tables of the dining room in 1976! This brings back so many memories.

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  2. Hello Marc, it's really nice to hear from you. I think I remember you, but as I said, there was not much time during those hectic summer weeks to really get acquainted with everyone. Would you have a photo taken during 1976 that you could share with us? I would really love to have a look at it... Thanks so much for writing. I'm looking forward to hearing more from you.

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  3. Amazing to see these pictures! Im Tadeu's and Ana's daughter.

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  4. I can't believe it... I remember your Father so well... I think you had already been born when I met both Tadeu & Ana... they used to live in a detached house near the boom gate... actually there was no boom gate... it was only an entrance to the Nevele itself. Tadeu was the best of the Brazilian fellows... Tell more about you and your family... this is my e-address: luizcarmorim@gmail.com I always wondered whatever happened to TADEU... please, let me know it.

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  5. I worked in the Nevele Dining Room as busboy / waiter from 1964 to 1972 while going to high school in Ellenville then college at NYU. My father was Irv Gerstein. Regards, Stu Gerstein

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    1. Hi Stu Gerstein... Irv Gerstein wasn't the Maitre D'? He was a big balding guy... I remember him very well... it's a pity I haven't got his photo. I used to like Irv very much... well he was the one who ACCEPTED me when I was sent in by Mrs. Hayes straight from Harlem, NY. to work at the Nevele in the Autumn of 1976... There were two bosses: Irv Gerstein and Jerry - I forget his last name now (it may be Goldstein). Jerry was a SHORT guy and used to wear a bow-tie... he was sort of 'lovey-dovey', but I did not like him... I preferred your Father who was (apparently)'gruffy' but actually truer... do you have photos of your father and other people who used to work at Nevele? Would you be so kind as to SHARE those photos with US? You could send to luizcarmorim at gmail.com

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    2. a few mistakes I've made: Irv Gerstein is on the CENTRE of the photo taken in the summer of 1976 at the NEVELE dining-room. I started working at the NEVELE in the Autumn of 1975, not 1976 as I stated above. Yes, I'd love to see pictures you, Stu Gerstein may have in your posession concerning those years you worked at the NEVELE... I wonder whatever happened to your Father... is he still alive? I hope so. Do you know of the whereabouts of other people are in those pictures? Thanks a lot.

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  6. Hello. This is incredible! My dad is seen in the picture of the dining room staff. His name is Leon Gomez. I just showed this to him and we are having such a great time looking through your posts. My mom was a maid and they met while they both lived there.

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  7. Hi there. I'm glad you found Leon Gomez's photo. I remember your daddy quite well. I would be really glad if your Dad would share some of the pictures he may have from those times. In case you have any photo, please, write to me: luizcarmorim at gmail.com Thank you!

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  8. Unfortunately, he does not have any photos of his time there. IN fact, until I came across this blog he hadn't seen any photos at all of his time there. He is still friends with a few others in this picture including Oscar Arias and Jorge Quintero. They still see each other once in a while. I would love to restore the picture of the wait staff and have it framed as a birthday gift for him. Would you be able to email me the picture? paulaagomez15@gmail.con I would greatly appreciate it. I think he would love it. If you have any more pictures of this time, please send. He and his friends still talk about their days at the Nevele all the time.

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  9. Hi Paula, I will send you the picture you requested.I'll make a new copy for you. Just wait a few days. Oscar Arias was a blonde fellow, wasn't he? I remember Jorge Quintero well too... he had the best position as a bus-boy at the Nevele dining room, for he was Bobby Brown's bus-boy. Bob Brown was the chief waiter aka 'captain' so he used to get the richest guests and obviously make more money. Where do all these people live? Around New York City? I came back to Brazil after leaving the Nevele and then migrated to Australia where I lived 20 years. Now I'm back in Brazil but I still remember fondly those years I lived in the USA. I think I have a photo where Quintero is shown near one of those artificial lakes at the golf course... I have to search for it... Thanks for answering.

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  10. Thank you so much! I greatly appreciate it. Yes, Oscar was blonde, and he is in this picture, too. My dad Leon, Oscar and Jorge all live in Miami, FL. Oscar married Consuelo, who also worked there (but divorced for many years now). They are also friends with another lady named Maria Eugenia who also worked there. Oscar was in a very bad car accident many years ago, and almost didn't make it. But luckily he recovered and has been well ever since. Jorge Quintero is quite ill now, and my parents are hoping he will recover. My parents are thinking of having a get together at their house in the next month or so so they can show them these pictures you've posted. I don't think any of them have ever seen photos of the Nevele since they left.

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  11. Hi, Paula... I've just posted a photo I took of Jorge Quintero while he was trying to fish at the Nevele artificial lake in the Spring of 1976... have a look at the link - it's the last photo in the post: http://newark-path-manhattan.blogspot.com.br/2012/09/spring-1976-in-ellenville-ny.html

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  12. Thanks for letting know whatever happened to some of those people I worked with in 1976. The Nevele was probably the friendliest place I have ever worked... when I say friendly I mean the STAFF not the Management... If I could go back in time I would have STAYED for at least another year instead of coming back to Brazil. Well, the good memories are still with me... I wish Jorge Quintero will get well soon.

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  13. I still have a song-lyrics magazine (a Hit Parader, probably) that somehow belonged to Oscar Diez... Oscar or his girl-friend wrote some coments about their favourite songs that were the most romantic ones, anyway... I'm glad to know Oscar got over his car crash. If you have any photo of these people, please, send them to me. Thanks.

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  14. I worked there as in the sports dept. after I got out of the Army in 1963. What a place for a single guy. No women, no way to get a glass of milk with a turkey sandwich and watching the fights between the guests for a Nevele t-shirt.

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    1. 1963 must have been heaven compared to 1976 - 13 years later... Judging from what I've read this country-club-industry started going down the drain in the late 1970s... because by then air-fares were so much cheap that New York City families might as well go to Europe instead of spending a week at the Nevele... it's a pity in a sense... but that's reality... the 1960s were much more glamorous than the 70s... for sure.

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  15. Mike Molina is my father, this is one of the only photos I've seen of him. this is in summer of '76, I was born in October. That's wild how DNA does not need two people to be familiar with each other to look like carbon copies of one another.

    Thanks for your blog.

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    1. Thnaks a lot for the visit and comment. How could I ever forget your Father Mike Molina. He was basically a good sport always with a smile on his face. Besides he was one of the TALLEST staff... and competition was fierce for there was a Colombian called Alberto who was the TALLEST of all. Jee, you were born in October... the END of summer.

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  16. very interesting...Luiz how tall was he?

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  17. Hi, Mike... your Father was TALL... I wouldn't know how to translate that in feet & inches... but he was surely 6 foot tall or taller. Have a look at this new photo I posted above... You see Mike Molina is sitting down in the centre but he towers over everyone else... See the guy (wearing glasses) standing up in the back in the left? He was called Alberto, and was the tallest man in the dining room staff... I actually never had the chance to compare you Father's height with Alberto's but I know that BOTH were really tall. As you talk about your Father in past I wonder if he is not alive anymore...

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    1. I only say it in past tense because my mother raised me, I don't know if he's alive but if he is: he has 3 grandsons from me. And I have no hard feelings, there's two sides to every story and his was never heard.

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    2. Hello, Mike Jr. it's sad when one doesn't know one's parent. I know a Chilean man called Luis Gabriel Morales who worked at the Nevele much longer than I...he MIGHT know more about your Father's whereabouts... I will ask him (he's in Facebook)...and if he tells me something new I will let you know...

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  18. Interesting how my name (Kerry Woll) is not on that list. I started as a busboy in 1975, was waiter in 1976. Worked the teens then went to adult, then waited on the family table. My parents were friends with the family. Lived in staff housing even though my home was in stone ridge. I owned the loud Oldsmobile parked at staff house. I left in May of 1976 to work at the Fountain Blu in Miami beach.

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  19. Interesting how my name (Kerry Woll) is not on that list. I started as a busboy in 1975, was waiter in 1976. Worked the teens then went to adult, then waited on the family table. My parents were friends with the family. Lived in staff housing even though my home was in stone ridge. I owned the loud Oldsmobile parked at staff house. I left in May of 1976 to work at the Fountain Blu in Miami beach.

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    1. Hi,Kerry, I made that list out of my reminiscences... Would you have any pictures of you as a busboy or waiter? I'd love to be able to add more material to this page. I don't doubt you whatsoever. Would you remember your waiter's name (when you were a bus boy) or your bus boy's name (when you were a waiter)? You see, the names on this page are mostly of those who appear in that PHOTO, which was taken by a professsional photographer in the last-but-one summer weekend. As you were in Miami then, you may have slipped detection. I must have seen you somehow for I started working as a bus boy in the Fall of 1975 and left after Labour Day 1976.

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  20. I wasn't there the summer of 1976 but pretty sure my family took us skiing in the winter of 1976 (maybe 77? not sure). I remember a guy who was either a waiter or a busboy who was named Victor. But I don't think he's the same Victor that you described. He was a little older than me (17 or 18?) and may have had family (a grandfather) in Brooklyn. He was super cute and we spent some nice time together. I had hoped he would call but he never did. There was also another waiter we remember, who I think did the teen table. He was of South American descent and his dad may have also worked there. I can't remember his name but do remember that he played guitar and the weekend we were there won some kind of guitar playing contest at a local Ellenville bar. And he may have been the reason Victor never called. When we stayed there a few years before that there was also a guy named Roger who may have been some kind of events/entertainer director or ski instructor. He visited with our family one time and I think he may have broke his arm or something? My grandmother tossed him out because he was getting a little too close to 14 year old me. Such memories! Thank you so much for writing this.

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    1. Hello, Chazcat... I'm really glad to read your text. This is the sort of thing that happens to me, or used to. Little things mean a lot, as that song used to say. I can tell you with certainty that there was anyone called Victor except the old Hoduran waiter that I worked as a bus boy with. I'm pretty sure if there were another Victor in the premises he would have mentioned it. As I have said I worked in the teen-ager section for the entire 1976 summer season. There were 2 waiters Stewart Taylor and Mitch Glucksman and 2 bus-boys: Dale & Myself. Stewart played the guitar well but he was a local Ellenville boy. The only Latin American was myself and even though I also play the guitar I had a very private life while working at the Nevele for I was in a monogamous relationship and never went out. If as you said, you stayed at the Nevele in the Winter of 1976-1977, I had already left (I came back to Brazil). I wish I could help you but I was cut out of the USA after I left in October 1976. I could not get another entry-visa for many a year... so I ended up giving the US up and went to Australia instead. I lost contact with everyone... including my partner. Looking back I regret having left... I should have stayed for another year at least. Then I would have met this young Victor you're talking about. Keep me posted if you ever find out about him...

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    2. Hi, Chazcat... I forget to tell you there was a bus-boy called Carmine Murano Jr whose father worked as a waiter there too. They were Italian-Americans not exactly Latin Americans... but I don't think Carmine played the guitar... at least I didn't know about it. He seemed a shy sort of fellow... Anyway, his brother Guy Murano is very active at the Facebook page 'At the Nevele'... Why don't you enter the page and ask Guy... he is younger than Carmine so he must have worked at the Nevele exactly this period you have mentioned. I hope you'll be successful...

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    3. https://www.facebook.com/groups/14916429998 this is the link to 'At the Nevele'.

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    4. Thanks so much for getting back to me. Such memories you bought back! I found the FB page and deeply appreciate your memories and a time so long ago. Again thank you!

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