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***On the Porch***
Back on the porch, Ferling Bagwidth checked his cup, focused his eyes and mounted the Looner-Too. With a sense of history and a deep breath, Bagwidth made the first small hop for mankind. BAM! The blank fired perfectly, launching him twenty feet up, and down, Dung Beetle Lane. Bagwidth leaned into the wind; he felt good, real good and prepared for a one point landing … BANG! He nailed it; the second blank went off right on time. “FLAPS UP-GEAR UP!” Bagwidth screamed and was on his way.
“It’s a goddamned miracle! I’m rich, I’m rich!” he hollered and checked the scorecards as he cleared the end of Dung Beetle lane. Was that a 10 he saw? Only three blanks fired and already he was headed for the open road.
Bagwidth was well on his way to Stark Island when he caught a bad rise on Flagler Avenue and landed on the gleaming hood of a perfectly restored, candy-apple red, 1965 Chevy Camaro convertible.
“Sorry, amigo!” Ferling yelled at a rotund Latin who slammed on his brakes and got smacked in the back of the head with a set golf clubs.
The next shell detonated.
Bagwidth kept going. He had to. “How can I stop now?” he yelled. It was a question that should have been posed much earlier in the research and development process. Eventually, Bagwidth ended up in the mangroves near the golf course, where he landed the Looner-Too. Bagwidth brought the stick in like a pilot on a night aircraft carrier landing. “Fly the Balls!” he screeched and touched down in three-feet of mangrove mud. He still had one blank left.
He’d made it, it worked, and he would be rich. “I fuckin’ did it!” His voice echoed through the mangroves behind the county jail.
Bagwidth was on a roll. He recovered the Looner and made his way eastward toward the looming majesty of the old city dump. Known locally as Mount Trashmore, the fertile mound was an unsightly organic hump with a smelly shadow and a family attraction for carrion.
Ferling needed to absorb his success and made the undemanding climb up the south face. “Land of the Clods,” Ferling called it. It was the place he liked to go, to get away from it all. One of the few spots the Conch Train didn’t go, but eventually would. He climbed, crab-like, to the craggy windswept peak, squatted down and faced into the prevailing southeasterly trade winds. The swerving seagulls swooped close, then pulled away screeching, leaving delicate downy drafts of weathered white butt feathers, like tropical snowflakes, spinnerolling around him.
The flapping turkey vultures circled majestically aloft, riding the updrafts. Guano from heaven rained about him. It never failed; it was always peaceful and nostalgic. He was home. “Stanks, don’t it?” he intoned to the spirits. He thought he heard someone banging on a pipe in the distance.
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About the Author
Captain Mark T. “Reef” Perkins is a marine surveyor with a colorful past. From commanding a 150-foot 300 DWT US Army diving ship off Vietnam to smuggling in the Caribbean, Reef Perkins has become a living legend. A graduate of both the US Army Engineer Officer Candidate School and the US Navy Salvage Officers School, he’s a man comfortable in or out of the water. Raised in rural Michigan, Reef now lives in Key West where he can get his feet wet. He is the author of the bestselling memoir, Sex, Salvage & Secrets.
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