Pete's October 1997 Article.


“The Guy who lives up the Street” (Revisited)

by Pete Bennett

Well he’s at it again and I just thought I’d keep you informed. The other day I mentioned to the “guy who lives up the street”, that I was doing genealogy and he said he too had done some a few years back. I said, “How far did you get?” He said he had found one ancestor who was an engineer back in the year 1863. I said that’s great! What kind of engineer was he? He said, I don’t know, but he worked on the underground railroad. Oh brother!

Seems he actually had been a railroader though. He said he had a poem the ancestor had wrote and left with some relatives. It went:

They won’t let me blow the whistle,
They won't let me ring the bell,
but let the darn thing jump the track,
and guess who catches hell!

This guy is too much! The other day the local, perpetual care cemetery called and tried to sell him a lot. The girl on the line asked him if he had made any burial arrangements. He told her that his wife wasn’t home at the time and that he thought she had already made burial arrangements for him....... with BFI.

 I myself, hate to go to funeral homes when friends pass away and I ask the guy if he felt the same way. He said, no I always go. I said why, and he says, to identify the body. He says I go in, look and say, yep Charlie died, then we leave. He also had a poem he that went like this:

There was a man named Tide,
At a funeral he was spied;
When ask who was dead,
He said he didn’t know,
He said he just came for the ride!

Time to go home.

He told me that the last time the Pope visited the US, he was in California and had just finished a tour of the Napa Valley and was taking a limousine to San Francisco. Having never rode in a limousine before (only in that little Popecycle they haul him around in), he asks the chauffeur if he could drive for a while. Well, the chauffeur doesn't have much of a choice, so he climbs in the back of the limousine and the Pope takes the wheel. The Pope proceeds down the freeway and starts accelerating to see what the limousine can do. He gets to about 90 mph, and suddenly he sees the red & blue lights of a CHiP in his mirror. He pulls over and the trooper comes to his window. The trooper, seeing who it is, says, "Just a moment please, I need to call in." The trooper calls in and asks for the chief. He tells the chief that he's got a REALLY important person pulled over, and asks how to handle it. “It’s not Ted Kennedy again is it?" asks the chief. "No sir!" replies the trooper, "This guy's more important." "Is it the Governor?" No! Even more important!" "Is it the PRESIDENT???" "No sir! Even MORE important!" "Well WHO THE HECK is it?" screams the chief. "I don't know sir," replies the trooper, "but he's got the Pope as his chauffeur." Come on now!

He also said he knew of three local nuns who, while on vacation in lower Pennsylvania this summer, got stopped by a cop for only going “22” mph. When ask why she was driving so slow, the nun that was driving said, “the speed limit is only posed at “22” mph. The cop laughs and tells her that she was looking at the route number. The nun in the back seat start shaking and the cop ask her what’s wrong and she said, we just came off route 119!

I told you last time that the guy is a former Marine. He said his mother told him before he left for the war that if he got into an invasion situation she wanted him to get in the same landing boat that John Wayne was in. He said, why? She said cause that boat never gets sunk! Oh yea, I get it.

The guy stopped for a drink after work one night and wound up getting home late. He stuck his head in the door and called to his wife, “what’s for supper,” to which she answered Bull----! He said, Just fix enough for yourself Hon, I’m not hungry!

A friend of his retired and he said, that they had ask the fellow to stay overtime for five minutes that day. I said why would they do that, and the guy says “to help train the monkey that replaced him. Oh boy! I’m going home. See ya next time....


footnote: It is with great sadness that I have learned my wonderful friend, the Guy up the Street", Rudolph Gornati, died on 23 July 2007.  He certainly was a guy who brightened many of my days as well as all those who's lives he touched with his humor and smile. I know that he will be dearly missed by his wife Betty and family and my condolences go out to them.  I have never revealed who the Guy up the Street was until now, not that I was not proud to be his friend but because he deserved his privacy.  He was the best of the best!


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