They have a mural in a shopping center. Portraits of people’s dogs.
I used to take people by the mural when I did an Art Tour of Highway 30A.
That’s like Don
Herron, a biographer of Dashiell Hammett, giving people a walking tour of
Charles
Willeford, who used to be stationed in
They talked about Haitians eating monkeys.
A Haitian told Willeford a person who has eaten a monkey can recognize another person who has eaten a monkey.
Chief once shot a monkey-eating eagle, Pithecophaga jeffreyi, out of a tree over the Seminole Dining Hall, using a ½” 10’ rigid conduit for a blowgun and a shish-kabob skewer fletched with toilet paper for feathers, and tipped with curare, which he kept in the photo lab in an unlabeled darkroom bottle, I hope no anthropology students got ahold of it after Chief died. You don’t know where it’s been.
It’s like your Aunt Edna’s ass. It goes on forever and it’s twice as wide.
The monkey died, Chief barbecued it, and we ate it.
It roiled around in our stomachs like the rubber-band core of a golf ball.
I don’t recommend it.
But I can recognize another monkey-eater.
No, he shot down a monkey-eating eagle. The monkey he cooked was a Psychology Department lab animal that died of old age. He’d been doing chin-ups in his cage for 30 years and was tough as beef jerky.
He was tough as Mickey Hargitay, the weight-lifter husband of Jayne Mansfield.
Arnold
Schwarzenegger played the role of
Mickey Hargitay in the 1980 TV-movie The
Jayne Mansfield Story.
