My next stop that day was to visit my older cousin who was running a business on Ferry St at Wilson Ave. in the Ironbound section of Newark.
Above: Louis Orangeo in Miss Todd's Kindergarten class 1952/53
He quickly got over his initial shock, started treating me like we were old war buddies, decided he needed to make a quick, token appearance at work, and then we'd go for a drink. Turned out the "few blocks" to his job was actually several miles to the Port of Newark where his job was moving new cars around a giant parking area. He had me park, told me to get into a car with him (see, he could still intimidate me), and proceeded to tear around the lot as fast as he could, having me duck down once so he could drive by his boss to show he was working; but I quickly told him my cousin was expecting me and as soon as he slowed down, I jumped out and ran back to my car. Ever since, anytime somebody tells me about a weird coincidence, I say, "wait till you hear my Louis Orangeo story."
Postscript: From social security records I see that there was a Louis Orangeo who was born in 1946 and died in 1973. I don't know if that is the same person but the birth year is in the right time range.
Below: Pennsylvania Station shortly after its completion in 1935