THE DUKE Part XXII The single thought that pervaded Darren’s mind, and kept him from worrying about what Sergeant Cross might say to his request to get confirmation and a date and time for the Elvis dinner, was about the weekend and what Jimmy had said....
THE DUKE Chapter XXI Darren’s father was in a rage by the time he got home from work. The rages were all founded upon the same squishy ground. Bacardi Light was the name of the ground. “Who’s this Kahanamoku character?” his father had started with. Darren was a...
THE DUKE Part XX Jimmy blasted the Spyder up the flank of Diamond Head, the Corvair’s turbocharger emitting a pleasing jet engine whine until taking the corner onto 16th Avenue. Seconds later Darren was home and Jimmy took off again. With its strange rear suspension...
The DUKE Part XII The rain came the following morning. Jimmie’s dad’s Corvair wasn’t going anywhere. Although the convertible top seemed secure when the levers were pushed to hold the canvas and metal rod lattice work down securely, the pounding rain and wind of a...
THE DUKE Part X Jimmy pulled the Corvair Monza Spyder up to the curb, parking parallel, right in front of the steps that led into the Lewis of Hollywood hairstyling salon where Darren’s mom worked. Jimmy jumped out of the car without opening the door, one of his...