Patrick Kelly met up with Robert Head and Darlene Fife
in
north of town. I had to go and get them, in my car.
We had a Dodge four-door sedan painted baby-shit brown
I called the Cocoa Van. They had lunch with us, then I took them
to the interstate, to hitchhike to
and Darlene and Darlene’s cat. Bob wore a kimono with home-grown
marijuana in the sleeve that rustled when he moved like corn shucks.
They looked like a trio of burned-out hippies. Desperadoes, waiting for
a train. I wouldn’t have picked them up. What a quinella.
No, a trifecta. The three musketeers. Darlene and Bob
counseled draft-resistance during the Vietnam War.
They were tried for obscenity by Harry Connick, Jr.’s father
for publishing a picture of a man jacking off, with the caption,
“What sort of a man reads Playboy?” on the back cover of the issue
with the front cover that said, WELCOME BAPTIST CONVENTION.