A Tale of Co-Op City: Lost in Space
By guest author Gregory K. Tobkes
Back in March of 1972, we had been residents at Co-Op City for about a year and loved every moment. We were almost in heaven up on the 22nd floor with a magnificent view. We were fond of our neighbors, and especially Ed and his family. Ed Carmel was an 8 foot 9 inch tall Jewish Giant….
Within the complex there were parks, playgrounds and shopping centers. On one occasion we met Theodore Bikel who was there to perform in the Entertainment Center. I knew him mainly because of the Folk Scene, which along with Pete Segar, Bob Dylan, and The Smothers Brothers was still quite active.
On a rare sunny, beautiful Sunday morning , I decided to take my family out for a breakfast treat at a nearby House of Pancakes. My group got into the down elevator…it was me, my wife Helene, who was eight months pregnant, and our two and one-half year old son Eric who was in a stroller. The other passengers were an elderly couple and four other people. Together, we all began our descent to the ground floor. Just as we passed the fifteenth floor, according to the digital readout on the elevator display panel, we came to a teeth chattering stop.
There we were, hanging in space with no exit. Using my teen age criminal skills I slid the door open only to be faced with a solid sheet of concrete! No way to get out. Trapped like a grave robber in a Pyramid. My heart rate immediately took an up tick. Pushing the red alarm button for several minutes did not result in any communication from the speaker in the panel. No one so much as acknowledged our plight. After several more minutes I decided to once again rely on my illicit skills; I managed to get up on the rail and opened the emergency escape door. Climbing up onto the top of the elevator, I found a safe spot to sit and began to call out. The shaft we were in also contained another adjacent elevator; I could see the cage travelling up and down. Every time a car came abreast of us I’d shout even louder for help. On many occasions I could hear people acknowledging our situation.
After a period of three and one-half hours the power came on and we began to descend. Upon reaching the lobby floor we were greeted by a throng of residents, emergency workers and reporters from the local newspaper, The City News. Photographs were taken and a few days later we saw an article in the paper whimsically titled “Lost In Space”. The irony for me was that I had a grievance against this CBS show, as it had caused the demise of my all time favorite science fiction show, Star Trek! Talk about adding insult to injury!
One positive result of the claustrophobia from which I suffered is that I was in excellent physical shape. Today I live in a all-on-one-level ranch house, but on occasion I will take an elevator, when not avoidable, but still have mild panic attack sensations, which I control using techniques I learned from Mr. Spock, the stoic Vulcan of Star Trek fame.
Now that forty years have passed since these events, I still have fond memories of our time living in Co-Op City.
The Bronx went through a period of decay and rebuilding and Co-Op City along with Parkchester are a testament to the enduring strength of its people.
My hope is that any Bronxite who reads this will not only enjoy this anecdote but might relate to it. There must be hundreds of former residents of Co-op City that might enjoy reminiscing about living in “The Emerald City” of the Bronx!
In case you are wondering, Trump is 6′ 3″ tall.
BENJAMIN HARRISON — 1869… He had the White House wired for electricity, though it is said he feared electrocution.
WILLIAM McKINLEY — 1897… He was a newspaper baron who became the first “mass media president.”
HERBERT HOOVER — 1929…He was the first president to have a telephone on his desk.
FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT — 1933 to 1937…regularly communicated with the people via casual radio addresses called “fireside chats.”
HARRY TRUMAN — 1947…He became the first president to give a speech on television.
JOHN F. KENNEDY — 1960…His victory winning the presidency, was said to be partly due to his cool demeanor during the first televised debate against his nervous opponent, Richard Nixon.
RICHARD NIXON — 1969…From the Oval Office in the White House, he talked by radio-telephone to the astronauts who landed on the moon.
BARACK OBAMA — 2009… He will be the first president with a desktop computer in the Oval Office.
Source: The Miami Herald article Tech for the People by Samantha Riepe
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Note from Harv: O.K. this wouldn’t be the first time I was wrong….
By Harvey Tobkes
When the world was given the news of hubby Bill engaging in fellatio in the White House, Hillary had to live with the deep shame of being the wife of a flagrant womanizer. She was even condemned by some as an enabler? No doubt, at the time, she hated him and probably all men who cheated on their wives.
Now there is a turnaround. Donald Trump, her opponent in a race for the presidency, shows himself as a lecherous misogynist; his disgusting words are recorded for the world to hear and no doubt those fateful words will hand Hillary the keys to the Oval Office. The archetype of whoremonger gives her the presidency on a recorded platter…how ironic is that?
So she goes from being scorned for living with a cheater to becoming president of the USA. No, not on her merits, but on the sickening behavior of Donald Trump, a man who aspires to be the leader of the free world and now voters see him for what he really is…a low class, narcissistic blow-hard with an out of control ego who wants to be President Trump. I don’t think that will happen!