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NJCoast News

March 2001

What's Up This Month on the New Jersey Coast

Volume 2, Number 3, page 5

Ask Bobby:
This month, Bobby Strange sheds light on an age old mystery!

Christine G of Red Bank N.J. asks,
"Who is Jack Schitt?"

Bobby answers,
Funny you should ask! As a doctor myself, I happen to know the answer. Jack Schitt was a proctologist who lived in the 1890's. None of his colleagues liked him. He had brown hair and brown eyes and had a habit of always wearing dark brown clothes. One day at the hospital in which he worked two of his fellow doctors were performing a colonoscopy. Of course they had to deal with a large amount of waste that they always had a difficult time finding a polite description for. The dark brown color of the material reminded them of doctor Jack, (whom they did not like anyway,) so, they decided to call it "schitt." Over the years the spelling has change a bit, but the story remains the same!

P.S. Jack Schitt also played on the hospital softball team and wore a brown number 2. thus the saying, "I have to do number 2" also came about.

Keep those letters coming!! Bobby

Bobby at the NJ
All Stars Gmae
Thunder Stadum,
Trenton, NJ

Songwriters Tour Guide
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 The apartment was small.  There was a bedroom full of guests' coats and a kitchenette with a table, chairs and a bathtub which was well concealed as it currently doubled for a counter on this night with a piece of wood covering it. The kitchenette opened to a living room that was currently inhabited by writers sitting shoulder to shoulder on an assortment of chairs, stools and an old sofa that surrounded a small coffee table.

By eight o'clock the apartment was full of writers.  Not a spare chair could be found and late arrivals stood in the kitchen.  A guitar was passed around the circle as the music started and included recent works from Andy Germack, Bob Hillman, Tim Robinson, Allan Orski, Frank Tedesso and Patric Westoo.  Each song was followed by snapping (instead of clapping as a courtesy to the
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