R.I.P DAD
On June 11, City Paper lost one of its own, Jimmy Pasquarella. Affectionately known as "Jimmy Pretzels," he'd been a CP distributor since 1993, delivering some 16,500 copies of the paper to retail and outdoor honor-box locations early each Thursday morning. He was 49 years old.It'll be hard to forget hearing Jimmy, a well-proportioned, fast-talking man, in his unique high-pitched voice, bellowing, "I sweah ta god, I sweah ta god!" and "It wasn't me, man, it wasn't me!" when trouble arose, like, say, a complaint about papers being improperly dumped.I remember hiring him like it was yesterday. He strutted into our old Chancellor Street offices sporting his uniform, which was generally an Eagles or Phillies baseball hat and T-shirt, which he would also sell — along with soft pretzels, of course — outside Veterans Stadium during Birds and Fightins home games. That first day, he told me to just give him the route sheets. Said he didn't need any further direction. He was confident that would find all the stops himself. Much to my surprise, he did, and did it well.
HE'LL BE MISSED: Pasquarella was a unique character and a dedicated employee who never missed a day of work until he fell ill.Jimmy demanded his money as soon as he finished the route, not understanding that, in standard business practices, payment is held back a week. Once we convinced him that we were not duping him, we had his pay ready by the following week as promised. Yet when I handed it to him, he freaked out."What the hell is this?" he demanded."It's your check ... you know, your pay from last week," I responded."No, no, no! I want cash ... I only deal in cash!" he countered.I then urged him to cash the check. And when Jimmy got his money, he was happy.One of the more memorable moments I shared with Jimmy was when CP did a not-so-favorable piece on state Sen. Vince Fumo in the mid-'90s. Now, we knew it was a good cover story and that the pickup rate would be high. We just weren't expecting that every last orange street box would be empty on the day of distribution. (Usually takes a little longer.)Knowing that all of the boxes were filled early that morning, we weren't concerned that the drivers didn't do their jobs, but I investigated the situation anyway, interviewing all of our drivers. It wasn't until I spoke with Jimmy that the mystery was solved.I asked how his distribution went that morning and he told me that there were no problems. "Great issue," he said. "Cover looks good, I'm sure Vince will be happy with it. I put a copy under his windshield wiper on his car. Yeah, yeah, good story!""You did what?" I shouted. "What are you, nuts?"He repeated himself, adding, "Good story, right?""Jimmy! Did you even read the story before you did that?""No man, I just saw his picture on the cover and figured it was a good story."I freaked."No man, not a good story for Fumo!" I responded, hypothesizing that, "He's got his people going around to all our boxes and emptying them and then trashing the papers." (We don't know who emptied the boxes, of course, just that somebody did.)He could only respond to my supposition with one of his famous Joe Pesci/South Philly-style responses, "What the fuck do I know?"Truth is, he knew a lot. He even participated in a piece in last year's 25th anniversary issue ["Tales from the Truck," Sept. 28. 2006] in which he recalled parking the van outside his own father's viewing, only to pay his respects and get back out on the route.I know Jimmy loved being associated with City Paper as one of our main Center City distributors for 14 years. He would proudly show off his work, pointing out which boxes he served to his friends and family, even stopping to fix a damaged box on his personal time.Back in the day, when we were a much smaller paper, he would even go down to our then-printer in Vineland, N.J., and haul back a load of papers so big that he'd end up having to carry some bundles on the roof of his van, stopping periodically to pick up the ones that inevitably fell off.Jimmy was a unique character, indeed, but also a dedicated employee who never missed a day of work until early this year when his health began to fail after dealing with heart problems. Unfortunately, Jimmy lost his fight, and the CP family will sorely miss him.So, Jimmy, wherever you are, look under the windshield wiper of your delivery van when you get a chance. Good story, right?(
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