The Bar in 1970 NY Red spent Friday finishing up paperwork and Saturday morning doing turnover and finagling a car from the motor pool. Since Kane had attended a New York college for two semester, they voted for him to drive the three tedious hours into the city while they slept after their all-night poker game. It was dark when he found Jax’s bar and squeezed into the first parking place they spotted. Other than No Neck, they were a noisy group as they headed toward the music for their last night of freedom. The crush of young bodies frustrated Kane and tempted the others. Feeling parched and needing that first beer to numb a headache, he pushed into the mob around the small bar. The other guys peeled off as each made eye contact with one …show more content…
Even the ebb and flow of the bodies matched the beat's rhythm as they shoved for space and slid by to get closer. Like an assembly line connecting the parts of random strangers who drifted together, they'd touch hands, lean closer to try to talk and soon the hands began roaming over shoulders and touching hair and down to the hips. The lucky guys all had a girl pasted to them as they headed out the door for more interesting connections. All of this running on an engine, fueled by beer and the rock beat and sweaty lust of youth. Maybe I’ll write about this someday. But nobody’ll believe it. Certainly not the guys back at …show more content…
He yelled to Sonny, but with the blue-eyed twins running their fingers over his biceps, that was a lost cause. In this noisy crowded bar, he was on his own. "Gimme a minute," he said. "I'll be right back." "Who wants these four beers?" he heard as he pushed back out. He ran by No Neck who stood to one side of the door, rocking rocked back and forth to the music on two straight legs. Once outside, he dodged several walkers and jogged to where they left the car. It was gone. Up the block, he saw an OD Green sedan, swinging back and forth behind a tow-truck that zigzagged between the double parked cars. He took chase. He almost caught it by the red light at the next block but it took off like a guilty pickpocket and sped around the corner. For a second the name flashed. Downey's Gentle Towing. The name stuck like a starched collar that was one size too small. Shit! We got troubles. Looking for the 1980 Rabbit Hole The Rabbit’s engine cooled and Kane drove past the Rt. 80 underpass in search of his truck. The black top intersections were anonymous with no directions or street names or even the normal traffic to show the main roads. Except for the reflection in the eyes of wandering deer there were no other lights. It was at best fifty-fifty that he was on Hunters Rd. or even going in the right direction. How far does the backwoods redneck drive in ten