I've shared many Gewertz stories with readers over many years, but one anecdote rises above the rest.
Bob Shryock A friend called the other day and wanted to chat about some old columns I'd written including several focused on the most unforgettable character I've known since relocating in Gloucester County 52 years ago.
That would be the irrepressible Kenny Gewertz, former Deptford mayor, and former New Jersey assemblyman, about whom I've written many volumes. Someone once told me "You can't make that stuff up," referring to my Gewertz ramblings, and he was absolutely right.
I've shared many Gewertz stories with readers over many years, but one anecdote rises above the rest because it involves me and there is no need for embellishment. It's just vintage Gewertz.
We were on friendly terms as I assumed chief editorial duties at the old Woodbury Daily Times in the late '60s and early '70s. I found Ken to be highly likeable, but the truth is he drove me nuts with phone calls ripping the product an average of two times a day.
In the early spring of 1972, I asked publisher Jack WIlson for a week off to go on a golf trip to Puerto Rico. Ah, a full week away from KG.
"No problem, Bob," Wilson said. "When you get back, I'll introduce you to your new publisher. We've sold the paper to a Texas-based company, Harte-Hanks. The takeover starts Monday."
I was stunned, speechless. I thought the easy-going Wilson was going to be my boss forever.
"Maybe I should stay home to protect my turf, Jack," I told Wilson.
"No, go on your trip, Bob," Wilson said. "I know Kenny is getting to you. Deal with Gewertz and the ownership change when you get back."
So off we went - through an East Coast snowstorm that turned a 5-hour flight into a 24-hour adventure and a raft of airports.
We stayed at El Conquistador, a resort located on the ocean approximately 60 miles from San Juan. Great golf course, casino, spectacular food.
On Saturday afternoon, I took a tram ride from the side of the mountain, where our room was located, to the top.
I was feeling pretty good. But as the tram car neared the top, I noticed a face that appeared all too familiar.
"It looks just like Ken Gewertz," I mumbled to no one in particular. "But it can't be. Can it?"
It was KG all right..
"Ken, what in the devil are you doing here?" I think the language was a tad bit more colorful.
"I'm in San Juan on business, heard you were staying here, and thought I'd take a cab out to say hello."
Hello. HELLO?
"Well, since you're here, let's go have a drink."
"Sorry. Bob. Can't. Gotta run. I have a meeting in San Juan in a few hours."
And off he went to complete a 120-mile trip just to say hello.
That's vintage Gewertz, a true character I genuinely miss.
Bob Shryock may be reached at bshryock@njadvancemedia.com. Follow South Jersey Times on Twitter @TheSJTimes. Find the South Jersey Times on Facebook.
