It makes me smile the way I felt when Henry gave me my first "Schlepper" shirt.
I have to laugh when I notice people speaking about "Abruptness" at Manny's. Being Jewish and from New York I guess I understood it better than most. I begged for every "Schlepper" shirt I ever got. I might have been an important Road Manager in my head but to Henry I was just a Schlepper, basically a putz with the good luck to be in the Music Business. He always treated me like a Nephew that he could not resist the opportunity to give a hard time to. I almost cry thinking of when my apartment burned down with my Gibson LG1 in it and then when Blood Sweat and Tears sent me down like a kid in a candy store to pick out a replacement at Manny's, Henry went into the back and brought out one of the last of the Martin D-28's made with Brazilian rosewood and said 'Here Kid, see if you like this one". He showed his love by giving you a great deal, the best products, and of course, a hard time in jest.
To a New Yorker like me there was only one Deli, that's Katz's, and only One Music Store that's Manny's. Manny, Henry, Stuart and all of the other members of the Goldrich family were and always will be giants. We knew the names of the gear. They knew the legends behind the gear. They were the Mensches and we were the Putz's that they lovingly allowed into their family business.