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Winning the Car Raffle

 I didn't have the heart to tell the Chief how much D'Angelo was making on his weekend taxi runs into town. 

Contributed by John J. Lesjack







Photo: The author and the 1941 Ford near the LST 1134 (courtesy of author).


Pearl Harbor was still a viable naval base in 1955 while I was stationed aboard the USS Stark County (LST 1134). Pearl Harbor was also quite a ways from Honolulu, the major city on the island, so Sailors aboard our ship often bought cars for transportation to and from town.

One car, a 1941 Ford,was sold to a Sailor from Kentucky for $25 during the spring of 1955. That sailor, due for discharge in June, needed to sell the car quickly but had no takers, so he offered to raffle off the car for a dollar a ticket. The drawing was to be held Friday afternoon, just prior to when liberty went down.

Gino D'Angelo, a seaman from Honolulu, Hawaii won the car and kept it on the dock. He quickly turned his winnings into a money-making operation. By filling his car with Sailors who paid him one dollar for a ride to Hotel Street in downtown Honolulu, D'Angelo took ten men into town (no seat belt laws, back then) every night. He then brought back another ten. He had turned an immediate profit on his one-dollar "investment."

Late one afternoon, the LST was approaching the dock where the car was parked. I was on the forecastle with Boatswain Mate Chief George Martella, New Jersey. I threw the monkey fist and heaving line onto the dock and mentioned that I almost hit D'Angelo's car.

Martella looked down as the ship got closer and said, "D'Angelo's car? I bought that car used ten years ago and sold it to someone aboard a destroyer. I didn't know it was still running. I'll bet if they changed the oil, the car would fall apart."

I didn't have the heart to tell the Chief how much D'Angelo was making on his weekend taxi runs into town. If I did, the Chief might have fallen apart.