Bob And Ray And Bakersfield
“So one day – this was in Bakersfield,” said Colonel Bob, “I pulled over and let the traffic pass. Third car went by, just an ordinary econobox, driver looking straight ahead. But the sight of him gave me a shock, no other word for it.”
“He looked just like me, Bernie,” said Colonel Bob. “Me at twenty-five.”
“And then?” Bernie said.
“He pulled over and parked a few spaces ahead. There was no one in between. He just sat there, watching me in the rearview mirror. Finally I got out of the car, walked up, tapped on his window. ‘Something on your mind?’ I said. He turned to me. See this tooth with the little chip missing?”
Colonel Bob pulled up his lip, showing his front teeth. The most interesting thing that had happened all day! Human teeth! What a huge subject. No time to go into it now, but bottom line you’ve got to feel a little sorry for them.
“He had exactly the same thing, Bernie. Little chip, right here. ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I got something on my mind – hate for you.'”
Admin seems annoyed today. He read Spence this note from Buzzie Bavasi, something about The Fan, whatever that is – “Thanks for getting the baseball right.”
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