PLEASE DON'T TELL US IT WAS
FRANCE
That night Dan dreamed of another time
in America. He dreamed of sex, drugs and Vietnam - peace, love and the Ku Klux
Klan. He dreamed of tear gas and pepper gas - parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
- billy clubs and paddy wagons - wooden ships on the water and the answer
blowin’ in the wind. Images flickered before his eyes in a Nickelodeon of acid
trips at the beach, of VW vans full of clouds of pot answering his thumb on the
side of the road. He heard the first girl thanking him for being gentle and the
next screaming her head off. He dreamed of cities burning with rage and
thousands of angry voices chanting ‘The whole world is watching!’. He saw four
dead in Ohio and the young with hope shining in their eyes turned away from the
fossilized Democratic Party and the poisonously corrupt unions. He wept at the
slaughter and mayhem in Southeast Asia. He swayed to the music. He kissed the
girls. He held a prism in his hand washed clean of pain by time and endurance
and youth passed. His dreams shined with the glow of hope and the certainty
that, yes, we can change the country, of change we can believe in, of the
audacity of hope, of the conviction that yes, we can change the world. Yes, we
can. Yes, we can.
He woke up in a
cold sweat gasping for air. Lucia was beside him in bed. They were in his
cabin. The bed was small, and she was half out of it. “Daniel, for God’s sake,
wake up!”
Dan’s dreams
fled out the porthole like gusts of bats. He reached up and put his hands on
her shoulders. He stroked her cheeks and looked into her eyes. He saw panic.
Her eyes darted around the cabin. “What is it, darling? Calm down, my love.”, he
heard himself saying. The booze hung heavy on his eyes. He swore, as he had
sworn so many mornings for so many years to cut down.
She was almost
hyperventilating. “The steward has just been by! There is trouble in Athens! It's probably in flames!”
His eyes
widened. “Calm down, Lucia. We are not in Athens.”
“But we have to
go back there!”, she gasped.
“I have to go
back there. You do not.”
She suddenly
grabbed on to reality and looked at him. “My God, you’re right! How could I
have been such a fool? I must make arrangements immediately. We will fly out
together, get away from these insane people, back to civilization! What God forsaken island do we go to next? Daniel, are you alright?”, she asked, seeing
him for the first time.
Dan sat up in bed
and put his hand to his forehead. “Just a little fuzzy”, he mumbled.
“Well, I’m not surprised, darling. You
certainly were in your cups last night. We just had to spend the night in this
-” She looked around disdainfully. “this cabin. Is that a porthole? My God,
what level are we on? I hope you’ve got this out of you. Once is enough. We’ll
be sleeping in the state room from now on.” Suddenly confusion swept over her
face. “But today I will be flying out of whatever savage island we’ll be
landing on! What is it? Do you know?”
“The port of
Heraklion is our next destination. We arrive tomorrow. What are you so afraid of?”,
“Tomorrow? You
know, this God damned cruise wasn’t even my idea!”, Lucia blurted. “What island
will we be landing on?”
“The island of
Crete, home of the Minoan civilization, Daedalus, Icarus,
the Minotaur.”
“The
Minotaur.”, Lucia shot back with a lusty grin. “Half man, half bull. That
always turned me on in some strange way.”
“Your sex
fueled passion seems to be the only thing we have in common.”
“Well for God’s
sake!”, she frowned. “We only just met each other. If we're going to be marooned on this barge, let’s see what else we have
in common. How about cuisine? I’m famished!” She glanced at her watch. “It’s
lunch time already! Get shaved and dressed. I’ll meet you in the dining room in
twenty minutes.” She stood up like a shot and searched the cabin frantically.
“Is there a bathroom in this - cabin?”
“Behind you.”,
Dan sighed.
She spun around
and leaned into the bathroom to face the mirror over the sink. She ran her fingers
through her hair and patted her face. “Oh my God!”, she moaned. She turned to
the door and started out then stopped and composed herself. She stood over him
and looked down. The impatience and irritation melted away. For a moment she
seemed lost. “Oh, Daniel.”, she whispered. “I have never met anyone like you.
I -” She reached down and placed a hand under his chin. She lowered herself to
the bed and kissed him. “Daniel, I -” She stood up and rushed from the room.
"Fucking lunatic.", he muttered. "Fucking beautiful lunatic."
After he
showered and dressed, Dan found myself on the Promenade deck. This time the
beauty of the Aegean came back to him. The ocean was bluer than any he had ever
seen. The islands, stripped bare of trees thousands of years ago rose up out of
the sea like mountains in the desert. They glowed a golden gray. They reeked of
thousands of stories, millions of lives, of Minos and Aegeus, Theseus and
Ariadne, Labyrinths and Minotaurs. The bickering and squabbling of his fellow
Americans seemed pathetic
child’s play. They were all a bunch of greasy, dancing cannibals. He closed his
eyes and felt himself warmed by the sun.
A familiar
voice jarred him from his trance. “Daniel! What are you doing? I’ve been
waiting for you!” He turned to see Lucia across the deck. A dazzling smile graced
her beautiful face. “We have company!” She almost skipped across the deck into
his arms. “Darling, there are two wonderful friends sailing with us and I didn’t
even know it!” She hurried him toward the door to the dining room. “I just ran
into them. Come on, you must meet them. We will have lunch together. There they
are!” She pointed to a pair of older ladies across the room and waved. Gucci and Prada sparkled back. She led
him to the table. “Ladies, this is my friend Daniel.”
A thin, pinched
woman with piercing blue eyes extended her hand. Gold bracelets dangled. “Gladys Euryale. I am very
pleased to meet you Daniel.”
As Dan took her
hand, he felt another hand touch him. “And I am Nadine Setheno” She was heavier
and painted with torrid rouge and lipstick. Steamy vermilion eye shadow washed
over her large, dark eyes. Diamond earrings swayed.
Gladys smiled
through her teeth. “Lucia says you haven't known each other long. Tell me,
Daniel, what do you do for a living?”
He looked into her
eyes. “Lucia told me you were two dear friends. I think she is keeping
something from me. Are you her aunt?”
“Why no,
I -”
He cut her off.
“Forgive me for being such a Cretan. You are her sister.” He caught a hint of
color through her makeup.
“No, no,
Daniel. I am just a …”
Dan moved in for the
kill. “But you could be her sister. You have the same beautiful complexion and
though your eyes are blue not green, they are just as riveting.”
Nadine let out a loud laugh. “Come on
Daniel, tell me what you do for a living.”
“Glamour pours
out of your every pore.”, he leered, giving her the once over.
“Now that one I
have never heard before.” She unconsciously shifted herself in her chair toward
him. “Mission accomplished, sir. I don’t care what you do for a living. You could
be a liberal for all I care as long as you keep talking like that. I haven’t
been so charmed since I met Jack.”
“Jack?”
“Jack Kennedy,
you duffus!”, she scolded. “Of course, I was just a young girl.”
“A twinkle in
your father’s eye.”, snapped Gladys. She rolled her eyes at Dan. “Well, whatever you do and whoever you are, Lucia seems quite smitten with you and we
were just being protective.”
Lucia broke in.
“Daniel, Gladys and Nadine have heard news about Athens. It’s not in flames.
There is just a lot of rioting going on.”
A swarthy
waiter appeared at the table. Gladys glanced at the menu impatiently. “You know, Nadine,
we never should have booked a Greek ship. They serve nothing but Greek food.
“I’ll have the Mezes.”, she announced to the room, never once looking at the
waiter.
Dan suppressed
an urge to reach over and slap her. “But Greek food is sensational!”, “The
freshest ingredients are beautifully prepared so as to bring out the -”
Nadine
interrupted him. “Yes, beautifully prepared. I’ll have the Greek Salad.” She
shoved the menu into the waiter’s hand.
“You two are being impossible, as usual.
I know you just love Greek food. You’re just putting on a show for Daniel.”,
Lucia scolded.
“Oh but we do
love Greek food, don’t we Gladys?”, tittered Nadine.
“The most
sophisticated cuisine in the world!”, Gladys guffawed.
Lucia smiled seductively at the waiter.
“Would you please bring me Horta and Kolokythoanthoi?”
She’s doing her
best to keep a variety of saliva from spicing up our lunch, Dan thought with a
smile. “I’ll have the Aginares a la Polita and the Apaki.” The waiter smiled
seductively at Lucia who winked at him. She had saved them all.
The waiter
hurried away. “Cannibal.”, muttered Gladys under her breath.
Lucia turned to
her friends. “Why on earth are all the Greeks so upset?”
Gladys wagged
finger. “Because they are greedy, and they got caught. They wanted to be
admitted to the European Union but they had too much debt, so they hid it and
now, with the recession and all, the cat’s out of the bag. They are going to
have to make sacrifices just like people at home are going to have to make. We
are going to have to raise the retirement age for social security to fix the
deficit. Of course, the smart people in Washington want to get rid of the
ridiculous Ponzi scheme altogether. When Roosevelt shoved social security down
America’s throat, people were lucky if they even lived to see sixty five, at
least the people who supposedly needed it. Now they are living past seventy
five, some of them. George Bush tried to privatize it and the Democrats stopped
him. Now, thank goodness it looks like the Democrats are coming around. If we
don’t do something soon, it will bankrupt the country, that and Medicare of
course.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small card. “Here’s my
Medicare card. I took it out the last time I saw my doctor and said, ‘Here,
take it. I refuse to be part of the Gerontocracy!’ Everyone expects to be taken
care of these days. Everybody is screaming about nine and ten percent
unemployment. Well, what do you expect when you extend unemployment benefits
over and over again? If people don’t have to go to work, people won’t go to
work. The greedy Greeks retire at sixty or some ridiculous age, they have
health care, they have minimum wage and God knows what else. They’re up to
their noses in entitlements and they’re just going to have to do without them.
Too bad for them.”
“But great for
us!” Nadine was primping her hair. “This cruise is so cheap, it’s almost free!
I have done without ever since the crash. I mean, I was terrified just like
everyone else. I let Consuela go. Juan and Haruki are indispensable. I can
hardly be expected to drive myself to my bridge games and I don’t know anyone
who doesn’t have a gardener. Of course, they are almost family, so they
understood that there needed to be shared sacrifices and agreed to a pay cut. I
even cut back Maria’s hours. Can you believe it? She won’t be asking me for a
raise anytime soon. Did I tell you, Gladys that her father died and she had the
nerve to ask me for five hundred dollars to help with the funeral? Five
hundred dollars! What was she planning on, a bronze coffin? How many bronze
coffins do you think there are in Mexico? She even pulled the loyalty card. I
reminded her that she may have worked for me for fourteen years, but I was the
one paying for it. After subjecting me to much weeping and hair pulling, I
finally said I would lend it to her, with ten percent interest, of course. I
mean for God’s sake, I had to close down the house in Pebble for the
summer. The summer! That was the last straw. I finally said to Gladys,
enough is enough. We just have to get away somewhere and if it all comes
crashing down around our heads at least we had the courage and the joie de
vivre to go out in style.”
Dan had to
change the subject or he would never be able to eat his lunch. “Those pearls are
the biggest pearls I have ever seen.”
“Aren’t they wonderful?”, Nadine cooed. “My husband
Frank gave them to me, God rest his soul. You know it took him awhile to get it
right. His first attempt was a dismal failure. I had to take the entire suite
back to Tiffany’s.”
Gladys
choked. “You never told me that!” Her eyes narrowed with disgust. “Never, ever
give back the jewelry!” She turned to Lucia and Dan. “My husband Tom was the
same way, God rest his soul. I wouldn’t let Michelle Obama wear my first suite
but it is still in the safe. I just took him down to Shreve’s and picked what I
wanted. Problem solved." Her eyes swiveled back to Nadine. "You also
never told me about Jack Kennedy. Just because he was handsome doesn’t excuse
the fact that he was a democrat and a lecher. Now Ronnie and Nancy, there was a
pair to win. My husband and I had a ranch in Santa Barbara not far from Ronnie
and Nancy’s ranch, Rancho Del Cielo. Isn’t that a beautiful name, Heaven’s
Ranch? We all used to picnic on Lucky Lake.”
Nadine shrugged
and stroked her pearls. “Well, La Di Da. Who hasn’t been to Rancho del Cielo and
who hasn’t commented on that dreadful seventies furniture. He was a lovely man
and the greatest president in modern history, but he didn’t have much taste and
frankly, Gladys neither did Nancy. I mean, really what was with those hats of
hers? I had to take her aside one day and tell her that people were beginning
to talk.”
The waiter
arrived with lunch. As he laid it out on the table, Gladys and Nadine stared at
the ceiling with irritated, impatient expressions on their faces. Dan marveled
at the putrescent prima donnas. He felt as though he were in a zoo staring at
some extreme life form and his initial disgust was turning into genuine
fascination, a fascination that just might keep him from losing his temper. He
closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Oh, Daniel,
you aren’t feeling well, are you?” Lucia turned to her friends. “Daniel had a
bit too much to drink last night.”
Nadine reached
over and gave his hand a squeeze. “What he needs is some hair of the dog. I
think we all could use a little something. Waiter, bring us a bottle of wine
and not that Godawful Retsina! Bring us some chardonnay! Now where were we?”
She looked at Gladys. “Oh, Nancy and Ronnie. You know, Lucia, just talking
about them makes me so nostalgic. Those were glorious days for America. That
man single-handedly
broke the back of the Soviet Union. He finally freed us from the commie
threat.”
Dan could take it no
longer. “He shaved his armpits.” The table fell silent.
I beg your
pardon?”, asked Gladys.
Lucia frowned.
“Daniel isn’t exactly on the same page with us.”
“You know, I’ve
heard that rumor about Ronnie.”, said Nadine, oblivious. “But we’ve all got our
quirks. My husband was an ophthalmologist. After he retired, he used to give
eye exams one day a week at the free ophthalmology clinic.”
“And the only
people who could take advantage of that were people without insurance! What
does that tell you?”, Gladys snipped. “If you keep giving things away to people,
they’re going to start expecting it. They thought they should own their own
homes too and look what that led to. I mean, these people who blew up the
housing market could no more afford a mortgage than they could afford dinner in
a decent restaurant and yet they were allowed to buy a home and a lot of times
more than one and now the rest of us are paying a terrible price. When did it
all of a sudden become acceptable for the poor to own their own home? For
God’s sake, they don’t contribute a thing to the country. As far as I’m
concerned, they shouldn’t be allowed to vote either. They just vote themselves
more welfare, more entitlements that the real citizens have to pay for. Do
you realize that half the people in the country don’t pay any income tax?”
The waiter
arrived with the wine and Dan drank the first glass like water. “I thought the
recession was President Obama’s fault.”
“Well, all
those people elected him and things only got worse.”, said Nadine as she sipped
her wine. "We’ve gone from Doctors donating their time to socialized
medicine in just a couple of years. Ronnie is spinning in his grave. It just
goes to show you, Communism is always with us waiting for a chance to rear its
ugly head.”
“Do you really
think Obama is a communist?”, Dan asked the table as he poured himself another
glass of wine.
“Somebody
certainly is thirsty.”, sniffed Gladys. “You’re not trying to tell us you are
an Obama fan, are you?”
“I was.”, he sighed.
“But you have come to your senses.”,
Nadine said sternly.
“I have.”
“And that’s a
relief!”, said Gladys as she patted her lips with her napkin. “Not that I
thought you were, of course. It’s just that you never know, and those people can
be so difficult. They are absolutely convinced that their arrogant, ignorant
and ridiculous view of the world is sacrosanct, and God help anyone who
disagrees with them.”
Lucia was wide eyed. “Daniel, I thought
for sure you…” She caught herself.
“You thought
for sure what?”, asked Nadine as she peered into Lucia’s eyes.
“Oh, it’s
nothing. Daniel and I have had a few disagreements that now that I think back
on them were probably just misunderstandings.”
Gladys gave
Lucia a maternal look.” My dear, all couples have misunderstandings especially
when they first meet. When my husband and I were looking for our first home, he
was just crazy for this Eichler in the hills and really didn’t understand that
even though he wasn’t a sailor or even a swimmer, and to tell you the truth,
didn’t even like the water at all, that a home on the water with its own pier
and boat house was where we should live. It took him awhile to understand the
error of his ways and as though it were a sign from God, just a month after we
moved into the home that was destined for us, the Eichler in the hills burned
to the ground!”
The table fell
silent. Dan cleared his mind and thought of nothing but his food as he dug into
it. It was delicious. After a few minutes He felt the waiter breeze by. He caught
him and asked him to bring a double scotch on the rocks. He looked up at his
dining companions. “Would anyone care for a drink, another bottle of wine?" All
three of them were staring at him. He put down his fork and knife. “What is
it?”
“Ordering a
cocktail in the middle of a meal seems so… plebeian.”, said Gladys. “Do you own
a restaurant?”
“You are eating
your food like a European with the knife and fork in the wrong hands, piling
all your food on the back of your fork with your knife. You haven’t told us where
you are from. Were you raised in Europe?” Nadine realized her question
might be considered rude. “Please don’t tell us it was France.”, she giggled
awkwardly.
"What's
wrong with France?", asked Lucia.
"Those
idiots almost stopped us from liberating Iraq!", gasped Nadine.
"I haven't
touched a French fry since.", growled Gladys.
"But you
can now since they've been renamed Freedom Fries.", sighed Dan.
"Speaking of freedom, we wouldn't exist as a country if the French hadn't
saved us at the battle of Yorktown."
There was an
uncomfortable pause. “You drink scotch. You don’t drink bourbon, you drink
scotch.”, muttered Gladys.
Dan turned back
to his food. “You’ve found me out.”, he admitted between bites. “I am a left-wing spy sent on a mission to slit your throats in the middle of the night and
throw your bodies overboard.”
There was a
deafening silence for just a couple of seconds too long and then the table
exploded in laughter. The women heaped praise upon Dan’s brilliant wit and cast
glances back and forth between each other. Lucia gave him a knowing smile. He
poured them the rest of the wine and raised his scotch in a toast to Gladys and
Nadine. He thanked them for their good humor and lied through his teeth about
how much he enjoyed their company and how glad he was to have met them. He
finished his lunch and his scotch, rose from the table, kissed Lucia and begged
her forgiveness. He had to sleep off the night before on deck in the sun. Lucia
gave him a concerned look, but he put her worries to rest promising he would
call on her before dinner. She smiled and took his hand. The three women
launched into a frenzied conversation, catching up with themselves as he walked
out of the dining room.
When he reached
the sun warmed deck, the charming facade he had smeared over himself began to
stink. Why had he played such a disgusting game? What else was he going to
subject himself to for the sake of the company of ‘his love’? Lucia was
beginning to feel like a very seductive drug. He referenced his extensive
experience with just about every kind of drug as he walked along the deck. She
wasn’t heroin. That never did much for him anyway except make him itch. Not
pot, there wasn’t much negative in that high except it made him drink too much.
The same with coke, besides the realization that coke was frighteningly
addictive. What else, mushrooms, acid, mescaline, ecstasy, peyote? Peyote! That
was it. A cactus bud coated in poison that made you puke your guts out then
gave you the most euphoric, lucid, physical high of all. Great, he thought, a
fantastic, beautiful woman, the best sex and ptomaine poisoning.
He came upon a row
of deck chairs all empty but one. Buck was stretched out eyes closed, with an
iPod plugged into his ears. Dan lay down next to him. Buck spoke without
opening his eyes. “How ya doin’, Romeo?”
Dan smiled.
“Not so good, Cyrano. How about you?”
Buck opened an
eye. “I’m listenin’ to African music. We didn’t get to African music and
fuckin’.”
Dan turned his head
to Buck. “You have a one track mind.”
“Unlike all the
other guys in the world.”, he snorted.
“OK. Let’s hear
about African music and fucking.”
Buck unplugged
his ear buds and handed them to Dan. “Tinariwen, a buncha pissed off Tuareg
guys, that started jammin’ in a refugee camp in Libya. Their music is
Tishoumaren, music for fucked over, unemployed suckers without a home that are
fed up and are about to do somethin’ about it.”
Dan put the ear buds
in his ears. He was astounded. He heard the calls of holy men. He heard the blues.
The rhythm massaged him. The harmonies were haunting. Women ululated. A caravan
rose out over the dunes and the necks of the camels swayed hypnotically. He wanted
to whirl like a dervish. He wanted to chant. He wanted to make love. “Oh my
God!”
“Good fuckin'
music, ain’t it?”, Buck leered. “And the Tuareg guys get all gowed up and dance
for their women. Just the other way around from us which ain’t so bad an idea,
I think.”
Dan handed back
the ear buds and relaxed on the deck chair. He let loose a long sigh. “I just
tried that and it made me sick. I just performed for Lucia and two of her good
friends, a pair of gorgons hell itself wouldn’t have.”
“But you and
your redhead are on fire in the sack. If you got that, you got almost all of
it. Let it play out and run with it.”
“The Greek
uprising scares her to death. She wants me to fly out of Crete with her when we
land.”
Buck shook his head. “That don’t sound
good. Sometimes a man’s gotta draw the line even if the fuckin’s dynamite. You
can meet her halfway, even more than half way but if she takes control, you
ain’t a man no more, and of course the Greeks scare her shitless. When the
little people rise up, the rich shit their pants. Greece is a trial run for
what them fuckers plan for us. You seen it. You heard them, moanin’ and
groanin’ about how there ain’t no money for nothin’ so they gotta take what’s
shit all left and hand it over to themselves.”
“It seems as
though the country has been attacked by maggots and it’s not even dead yet.”, sighed
Dan. “But we are the Greatest Country in the World.”
“Yeah, that
horse shit. How much different is the Greatest Country in the World from the
Master Race?”
Dan put his
hands behind his head and looked up into the sky. “I had a dream this morning
that I was a kid again protesting the war in Vietnam and facing the draft. I
almost feel we’re on our way back there except the American people haven’t a
clue.”
Buck turned on
his side and put his chin in his hand. “Did they get you?”
“Nah, I got lucky. I was too young. Tricky
Dick was out. Did they get you?"
"I was
hooked up with a shiny blond babe, the one and only blond babe I ever hooked up
with as I swore off blonds after her and only went for brunettes and red heads,
red heads like that red head of yours, but I digress. Tricky Dick decides he
wants a piece o’ my ass and I wasn’t up for dyin’ in some shit hole swamp in
Nam. I wasn’t the robust specimen of manhood I am today and Nam, jail, Canada
or never porkin’ my shiny blond again gave me an ulcer. The Doc looks me over,
puts me on Belladonna and durin’ the rest of the checkup he notices I have
real flat feet. He writes a letter to the Army sayin’ I am a wuss with an ulcer
and recommends me to a antiwar commie foot Doc that looks at my feet and says
I have a 50-50 chance of foolin’ the Army. The commie foot Doc writes a letter
to the Army foot Doc sayin’ I am a cripple and a wuss. He then writes a bunch of
mumbo jumbo to prove it and tells me to go out and buy the weirdest pair of
shoes I can find and before you know it, this double wuss is standin’ naked
with a buncha other naked wusses in the Army pre induction physical with a real
light in the loafers Doc - not that I got anything against gays cause I don’t -
goin’ from wuss to wuss puttin’ his finger under their balls an tellin them to
cough. When he gets to yours truly, and I ain’t braggin’ here, it just
happened, OK? he starts feelin’ me up like Henry Kissinger feels up a whore
just before he snuffs her. I finally have to grab his ear and give it a yank in
order to wake him outa his dreams. The rest of the day is the usual Nazi
routine, marchin’ from station to station gettin’ checked out to see if I am
fit enough to die in a foxhole sittin’ in my own shit. I soon become so pissed
off and mixed up that I make a bad mistake that lookin’ back on it was a good
mistake. There was a station where you all have to stand in front of a urinal
and piss in a paper cup and I did so accordingly. I then turns a corner and,
cause I was a little slow in pissin’, all the other wusses have marched on. I
find myself alone with some black queen all decked out in a white jacket and, I
kid you not, three-inch fingernails. He motions me over with one of his
fingernails and sticks some sorta paper in my cup. He then looks at the paper
and I guess everythin’s fine cause he waves me on and I find myself with a cup
fulla piss wonderin’ what to do next. I sees a sink and next to it is some
sorta rack all skiwampus with all kinda holes and tubes and whatnot and
probably ‘cause my dear old ma would have slapped me silly if I ever poured
piss in a sink, I pours the piss on the rack instead. All of a sudden the queen
is screamin’ like a stuck pig and I am high tailin’ it outa there only to jump
outa the fryin’ pan and into the fire. I end up in a small room with another
queen who is gonna decide if I’m bonkers enough to give myself an ulcer. And
don’t ask me why I keep runnin’ into queens cause I ain’t got no answer for
that. After readin’ the letter about my ulcer, the bastard lets me know pronto
that if I fuck with him in any way, my ass will be on the next flight to Nam.
He asks all kinda personal questions and I tells him all kinda personal lies
and before you can say God bless America, he tells me that even though he
thinks I’m too bonkers for Nam, he’s gonna send me there anyways. I walks out
with my head hangin’ and only one chance left. When the army foot Doc reads the
commie foot Doc’s letter, he gets a real concerned look on his face and I’m
thinking maybe I have a chance after all so I waves my weird shoes in his face.
He gives a jump and says, ‘He make you wear them?’ at which point I sees him
scribblin’ ‘Unfit for Military Service’ on a piece of paper which I then take
right away to some dip shit behind a desk who says, ‘Head for the hills, kid’.”
Dan let out a
laugh and started clapping. “That is a wonderful story.”
“I ain’t
finished yet. As I am hitch hikin’ back to the motel thinkin’ about bumpin’ my
shiny blond, a guy in a mustang convertible pulls up and tells me he is goin’
my way. He asks me why I have such a shit eatin’ grin on my face and I tells
him I have just got a big fat ticket outa Nam. There is a pause, and he tells me
he is just back from Nam and outa the Army where he was a helicopter gunner.
There is another pause where I am wonderin’ if I am about to be ejected out of
a mustang movin’ along at sixty miles an hour when all of a sudden he says
‘Congratulations, Kid! Open the glove compartment and help yourself.’, and as
God is my witness, I ain’t never seen so much coke and crank and smack and weed
and plenty of stuff I ain’t never seen before, so I thanks him and helps myself
and that is the end of my story.”
Dan let out a
long sigh. “You’re one hell of a storyteller.”
Buck frowned
and handed him the ear buds. “One little bit of light in a whole lotta
darkness. Let’s change the subject. Ladysmith Black Mambazo. Some Zulu kids
livin’ under apartheid in South Africa that broke free with their music.”
Dan plugged the
ear buds in. He heard deep,
swelling acapella, incredible harmony that turned opera on its head, powerful
rhythm punctuated with grunts and warbles, music that boiled in the base of his
brain. His eyes opened wide in amazement. He swayed back and forth, lost in
another world.
"You wanna
dance, don't you?", smiled Buck.
"I do."
"Well then, dance."
He did.