Lucky Sheehan and Ambiance

One particularly unusual day at the Tunnel Bar was the Saturday afternoon that a bodybuilder (male) walked in wearing a pink dress. He proceeded to skip about the place. He announced in an exaggerated voice that he was struck by the tavern’s unique ambiance and intended to stay until closing.

This was the early-80s; diversity had quite definite limits in Downtown Jersey City. I was concerned that the new arrival’s interactions with the locals might tend to the tempestuous. I informed the visitor that Saturday was an early day and so I was going to lock up in a few minutes. He replied that he just loved the area’s architecture and wanted me to provide like a tour or something. Just then a crud-encrusted wino known as Lucky Sheehan made his appearance. I told the tourist that I really didn’t know the neighborhood, but Lucky had lived here all his life and could be his guide. Lucky whispered something in his ear. The delicately attired muscleman said “Thanks, but no thanks” and then left.

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About Anthony Olszewski

Anthony Olszewski has written on a wide variety of topics: cage birds, tropical fish, popular culture, the poetry of Amiri Baraka and a chapter on genetics for a veterinary text book, as a small sample. He worked as an editor at a magazine produced by TFH, the world's largest publisher of pet books. Anthony Olszewski is the author of a booklet on Hudson County history, Hudson County Facts, and a book of short stories, Second Thief, Best Thief, that are sold on Amazon. Anthony Olszewski established PETCRAFT.com in 1996. A pioneer on the Web, the Site continues to provide unique information on a range of companion animals, focusing on birds and fish. As a community service, he operates Jersey City Free Books. Anthony Olszewski was born in Jersey City, NJ (Margaret Hague Maternity Hospital, 1956) and is a member of Mensa.
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One Response to Lucky Sheehan and Ambiance

  1. Lucky’s luck ran out once and for all one day when he was sleeping under the railroad bridge then at 16th and Henderson. A neatly dressed young man walking by picked up a rock, went over to Lucky and broke his head like an egg. A kid who happened to be standing across the street saw the whole thing. The man yelled, “Call the police; I just killed someone.” The murderer was still standing there when the police got arrived. He told them that he wanted to see what it was like to kill someone.

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