Mr. K and the Super

A fictionalized account of a student-super in New York City in the early 1950s

by Frank W. Dressler

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Mr. K and the Super

A fictionalized account of a student-super in New York City in the early 1950s

by Frank W. Dressler

Published Jul 25, 2013
252 Pages
Genre: FICTION / Biographical



 

Book Details


Mr. K. and the Super is the emotionally moving, sometimes hilarious recollections of a newly married ex-GI, recently enrolled at Columbia, of his service as “super” of two New York City apartment buildings in the early 1950’s. The two buildings were a bubbling cauldron of emotions, ambitions and high jinks ruled by Mr. K, a Polish emigrant landlord actively conspiring to overthrow the communist regime of his homeland. Mr. K sought to control his domain with a lease whose “thou shalt not” clauses put the Ten Commandments to shame…but utterly failed to tame the assorted energies and desires of his more creative tenants. These tenants included the Major, a retired British officer who wrote mysteries with erotic themes that he surreptitiously tested on his fellow tenants, and his wife, an expert on many occult arts. Perhaps most energetic were two young Princeton grads who sold space for LIFE magazine who assiduously sought to date and bed nubile young things at least every weekend. Their antics resulted in a fishing expedition that culminated in a memorable roof top fight of feral cats; and through their real or imagined sex lives, triggered a LIFE goes to a Party feature story in their building. These and similar stories are offset by the tragic story of the beautiful Anastasia and the emotionally moving stories of the Uncle and the Niece and Waldo the Wondrous. Read on. These and other long ago tenants of 6 and 8 West 9th Street are anxious to share their equally interesting stories.

 

Book Excerpt

When I discovering how to be a building superintendent, I discovered there was more to sex than anything I had ever heard or learned before coming to New York City. Much of what I unwittingly discovered was thanks to Jonathan Hauser, one of two tenants above Cindy and me in No. 10. Jon was an easy-smiling blonde with unusual turquoise eyes,and he had no abashment whatever about revealing his enjoyment of sex. In his late 30's,Jon's hedonistic philosophy boiled to these phrases:"Life is short, short, short!Make every moment count. Live! Live!"And by live Jon meant that one should indulge oneself in all of life's pleasures. I seldom saw Jon on my nightly trash rounds, and I seldom missed him Saturday mornings when I took the vacuum cleaner and began my weekly cleaning chores, starting st the top floor of 8 West. The lines varied but the setting rarely changed. Picture the Super, working the upright cleaner back and forth in front of him, working his way along the hallway towards the front apartment. The door to the rear apartment opens and reveals Jon Hauser, in most of his glory.He is dressed only in tights or jeans, and his hairless chest is never covered. He is over six feet tall, is lean and light and has a flawless physique. The lines. "Good morning, Franklin.Coming in for a cup of coffee?Come now, I won't bite you-at least not very hard." More lines."Franklin, have you disposed of that stuffy bride of yours yet? I have lots and lots of room up here for you when you do..."

 

About the Author

Frank W. Dressler

Frank W. Dressler, a retired association executive, has volunteered since 1995 with two international organizations in Russia, the Ukraine, Azerbaijan, Romania and Bosnia and the Republic of Georgia, and through his church, in Zimbabwe, Nepal and the Republic of Georgia. He lives with his wife Winifred in Susquehanna County, Pennsylvania.