“Am I all right? I ain't sure yet, kid."While I lift myself up & start to get my bearings, he turns and hauls ass back up the boardwalk. About a block away, he spins back around and hoists his little mitt in the air. I squint to find that he’s holding the AM/FM weather radio I’ve had in my trailer since time out of mind.
“Hey! That’s my radio!”
Laughing the laugh of the victor, he displays his other hand and slowly uncurls his middle finger like it’s Nosferatu coming out of mid-Atlantic hibernation, then vanishes around the corner.
And that was that. No more music at Cap'n Ellie’s.
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