Tuesday, December 16

Seacrest was fairly new, when Brew went up there, a consolidated high school, that bussed in students from Boynton and Boca Raton, who no longer had a high school, and from Delray Beach, whose high school was now Seacrest.

Later, they were to integrate with Carver High School, out west of town, the colored school, but at the time Brew attended Seacrest the two schools were still segregated.

Brew joined the band, and during football season played in the band, instead of playing football.

He went out for basketball and baseball. Playing those two sports did not interfere with being in the band. Or being in the band did not interfere with playing those two sports.

He remembered band trips to out-of-town football games. Over to Pahokee and Clewiston and Belle Glade.

Mel Tillis is from Pahokee, and when Brew attended Palm Beach Junior College, in Lake Worth, he listened to WSWN, in Belle Glade, driving home from school, on Military Trail.

Country music. On the way up to school, he took A1A, the beach road, and listened to classical music on WQXT, from Palm Beach.

Brew took art class, and a painting class after school at the studio of Dick Pfeiffer, a local artist. Brew and his friends would drive up to Boynton Inlet at night and listen to classical music and talk about painting and literature and music, drama, he remembered reading Eugene O'Neill and Tennessee Williams, who also wrote short stories.

Maybe this was later, his junior and senior years.

But he thought he read Waiting for Godot in Theater Arts magazine in 1953.

Could that be true?

I wonder what he made of it.

Mike Long, who lived next door to Pop Cason, and behind Brew's house facing the old Delray High football field, played flamenco guitar and listened to the Voice of Spain on a short-wave radio.

Jack Neff was one of the people who painted at Dick Pfeiffer's studio. He went on to become a painter.

Jack Marwitt became an archeologist. He studied with Chief, at FSU, before Brew and Brenda went there, and studied with Chief.

Jack Marwitt is retired.

Mike Long and Jack Neff are dead.

Brew's art class was taught by Dick Ennis. He and Dick Pfeiffer didn't get along. They were like two men reciting Shakespeare at opposite ends of the bar.

Dick Ennis called Dick Pfeiffer a bearded phony, and Dick Pfeiffer sneered at someone who became an art teacher instead of a painter.

Of course, Mr. Ennis painted, and Dick Ennis gave private lessons, to old ladies, but Mr. Ennis was primarily an art teacher and Dick Pfeiffer was primarily a painter and the town wasn't big enough for the two of them.

Dick Ennis is dead. I don't know what happened to Dick Pfeiffer.

After Dick Ennis retired from Seacrest, and before he died, he sat in a folding lawn chair in the wash bay of Brew's brother Bill's Gulf station, up by the high school, with a quart of beer in a paper sack, observing the passing scene. Bill was more athletic than artistic, in high school, but Bill's son, Andrew, took art classes from Mr. Ennis. I think Andrew paints. I think he sells folk art at flea markets.