Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
said, “never wound. Fold a three-flush after five. Don’t give women<br />
gifts. Always throw the first punch.” Stuff like that he’d tell us,<br />
useful stuff that we were supposed to never let go of. I didn’t, but<br />
Little Elvis can’t remember much from day to day except food. Once<br />
he forgot how to ride a bike and I had to learn him all over again.<br />
One morning we found Daddy asleep in a borrowed car<br />
behind the house. He let us help him take parts off it, and we threw<br />
hubcaps, headlights and bumpers in the river. He unscrewed a<br />
quarter panel and put me and Little Elvis to tearing it up with tire<br />
tools. We beat and scratched until the car was stripped down like a<br />
go-cart and you could see how the gears worked. We broke all the<br />
glass out, too. Daddy stuck the big pieces in the back of his truck and<br />
drove away.<br />
He came back with half-melted ice cream cones and we ate<br />
what was left of them, looking at the car. Daddy said we could make<br />
a dune buggy of it. He’d drive us anywhere we wanted to go--<br />
wherever, we’d just go with sleeping bags, fishing rods, and night<br />
crawlers. We’d see the world living on fish and ice cream, siphoning<br />
gas at night.<br />
While we sat there watching the river, two police cars came<br />
to block our road. A big bald-headed cop told Daddy to sit on the<br />
grass while the short cop talked on a radio. Daddy didn’t say<br />
nothing, he just sat. Two more cars showed up, not police cars but<br />
regular cars. The men weren’t wearing cop suits but they acted like<br />
they were, and when one took his coat off against the heat, he had a<br />
pistol on a strap that went over his shoulders. He put the jacket back<br />
on when the bugs got to him. They’re bad on the river but they don’t<br />
bother me and Little Elvis because Daddy said we’re river rats and<br />
mosquitoes know better than to fool with us.<br />
The two cops who weren’t cops had clipboards. They looked<br />
that car up and down with me watching and Little Elvis riding his<br />
bike and singing, “Police car squashed my daddy, police car<br />
squashed my daddy.” He rode in a circle which he’s not good at, and<br />
kept wrecking until Daddy took him in his lap.<br />
The man with the hid gun said, “It looks like the car all<br />
right.” Then he asked me how long it was here.<br />
“What,” I said, “the river?”<br />
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