If you follow me you may remember my post on “Herbie” a few years ago, if not you can type Herbie in the search box and click the search icon. Herbie and I worked in an establishment that catered primarily to Jewish men. Herbie was a partner with another fellow, a Jew, in the enterprise. Herbie was not Jewish. He had suffered from polio as a child, which had shrivelled his right leg from the knee down and left him with a pronounced limp. In college he compensated by taking up weight-lifting and wrestling. He was a big guy.When he walked he had to throw his right leg forward, which for all the world looked like the goose-step adopted by the German Army during Hitler’s time. So, one day Sol, his partner, and I were in this room with clientele who were regulars and knew Herbie and his ways, but there were a few newcomers also. Into the room stomps Herbie who, upon recognizing newbies, comes to a commanding halt, throws his right hand into the air and shouts “Heil Hitler”. All eyes were on the newcomers, who did not know whether to shit or go blind, ha ha ha! Quite the guy, Herbie, yeah, quite the guy.
Islander.