Tag: 1957 Ford Thunderbird
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THE COOL UNCLE, PART II: The Bird of Paradise
PART II OF III I don’t know if finishing medical school gives a man better taste, or just the means to finally indulge the taste he’s been quietly carrying around like contraband. Maybe it’s both. All I know is this: when the Nash disappeared and the 1957 Ford Thunderbird appeared in our driveway, the neighborhood…
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KILLER IN PINK
It was late 1959, right after the brand new headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency opened up at Langley, near the height of the Cold War. It was early in the morning and Bradford St. John, Assistant Department Chief for Covert Operations, had just pulled into his assigned parking spot in the new 1960 Mercury…
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ROADS NOT TAKEN
She was an attractive woman. Fair skinned, dark haired. When she laughed she did it with her whole body in a way that people were drawn in to and had to laugh along with her. Constance taught English at Jim Bowie High School. Not because she had to. She was what you’d call a trust…
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LATE NIGHT FLIGHT
In Fort Stockton, if you’re demanding and don’t have the bank account to back it up, you’re labeled a pain in the arse. If you have the means, you’re called eccentric. Digger Klein was a man of good, if very particular taste. He had the funds to fulfill most any desire, but always demanded things…