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The Convict and Other Storiesby James Lee Burke
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One of the country's most-acclaimed and popular novelists offers a selection of a dozen short stories set in James Lee Burke's most beloved milieu, the Deep South.
"America's best novelist" (The Denver Post), two-time Edgar Award winner James Lee Burke is renowned for his lush, suspense-charged portrayals of the Deep/i>
One of the country's most-acclaimed and popular novelists offers a selection of a dozen short stories set in James Lee Burke's most beloved milieu, the Deep South.
"America's best novelist" (The Denver Post), two-time Edgar Award winner James Lee Burke is renowned for his lush, suspense-charged portrayals of the Deep South—the people, the crime, the hope and despair infused in the bayou landscape. This stunning anthology takes us back to where Burke's heart and soul beat—the steamy, seamy Gulf Coast—in complex and fascinating tales that crackle with violence and menace, meshing his flair for gripping storytelling with his urbane writing style.
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- 9781416599258
- Publisher:
- Pocket Books
- Publication date:
- 03/17/2009
- Edition description:
- Reprint
- Pages:
- 240
- Sales rank:
- 270,554
- Product dimensions:
- 5.20(w) x 8.10(h) x 2.50(d)
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Billy Haskel and I were picking tomatoes in the same row, dropping them by the handful in the baskets on the mule-drawn wood sled, when the crop duster came in low over the line of trees by the river and began spraying the field next to us.
"The wind's going to drift it right across us," Billy Haskel said. "Turn away from it and hold your breath."
Billy Haskel was white, but he made his living as a picker just like the Mexicans did. The only other white pickers in the field were a couple of high school kids like myself. People said Billy had been in the South Pacific during the war, and that was why he wasn't right in the head and drank all the time. He kept a pint of wine in the bib of his overalls, and when we completed a row he'd kneel down below the level of the tomato bushes as though he were going to take a leak and raise the bottle high enough for two deep swallows. By midafternoon, when the sun was white and scalding, the heat and wine would take him and he would talk in the lyrics from hillbilly songs.
To the wild side of life Where the wine and whiskey flow, And now my little boy Calls another man Daddy.
My woman has gone
To the wild side of life
Where the wine and whiskey flow,
And now my little boy
Calls another man Daddy.
But this morning he was still sober and his mind was on the dust.
"The grower tells you it don't hurt you to breathe it. That ain't true. It works in your lungs like little sparks. They make holes in you so the air goes out in your chest and don't come back out your windpipe. You ain't listening to me, are you?"
"Sure I was."
"You got your mind on Juanita over there. I don't blame you. If I hadn't got old I'd be looking at her, too."
I was watching her, sometimes without even knowing it. She was picking ahead of us three rows over, and her brown legs and the fold of her midriff where she had tied back her denim shirt under her breasts were always in the corner of my eye. Her hands and arms were dusty, and when she tried to push the damp hair out of her eyes with the back of her wrist, she left a gray wet streak on her forehead. Sometimes when I was picking even in the row with her I saw her look at her shirtfront to see if it was buttoned all the way.
I wanted to talk with her, to say something natural and casual as I picked along beside her, but when I planned the words they seemed stupid and embarrassing. I knew she wanted me to talk with her, too, because sometimes she spoke to Billy Haskel when he was working between us, but it was as though she were aiming through him at me. If only I could be as relaxed and easy as Billy was, I thought, even though he did talk in disjointed song lyrics.
It was raining hard Saturday morning, and we had to wait two hours on the crew bus before we could go into the field. Billy was in a hungover stupor from Friday night, and he must have slept in his clothes because they smelled of stale beer and I saw talcum powder from the poolroom on his sleeves. He stared sleepily out the window at the raindrops and started to pull on a pint bottle of urine-yellow muscatel. By the time the sky cleared he had finished it and started on a short dog, a thirty-nine-cent bottle he bought for a dollar from a Mexican on the bus.
He was in great shape the rest of the morning. While we were bent over the tomatoes, he appointed himself driver of the sled and monitor of our work. He must have recited every lyric ever sung on the Grand Ole Opry. When we passed close to a clump of live oaks, he started to eye the tomatoes in the baskets and the trunks of the trees.
"Some of these 'maters has already got soft. Not even good for canning," he said. "Do you know I tried out for Waco before the war? I probably could have made it if I hadn't got drafted."
Then he let fly with a tomato and nailed an oak tree dead center in a shower of red pulp.
The preacher, Mr. Willis, saw him from across the field. I watched him walk slowly across the rows toward where we were picking, his back erect, his ironed dark blue overalls and cork sun helmet like a uniform. Mr. Willis had a church just outside of Yoakum and was also on the town council. My uncle Sidney said that Mr. Willis made sure no evangelist got a permit to hold a revival anywhere in the county so that all the Baptist soul saving would be done in one church house only.
I bent into the tomatoes, but I could feel him standing behind me.
"Is Billy been drinking in the field again?" he said.
"There's nothing wrong with your hearing, is there, Hack? Did you see Billy with a bottle this morning?"
"I wasn't paying him much mind."
"What about you, Juanita?"
"Why do you ask me?" She kept working along the row without looking up.
"Because sometimes your brother brings short dogs on the bus and sells them to people like Billy Haskel."
"Then you can talk with my brother and Billy Haskel. Then when my brother calls you a liar you can fire him, and the rest of us will leave, too."
Both Mr. Willis and I stared at her. At that time in Texas a Mexican, particularly a young girl who did piecework in a vegetable field, didn't talk back to a white person. Mr. Willis's gray eyes were so hot and intense that he didn't even blink at the drops of sweat that rolled from the liner of his sun helmet into his brows.
"Billy's been picking along with the rest of us, Mr. Willis," I said. "He just cuts up sometime when it's payday."
"You know that, huh?"
I hated his sarcasm and righteousness and wondered how anyone could be fool enough to sit in a church and listen to this man talk about the gospel.
He walked away from us, stepping carefully over each row, his starched overalls creasing neatly behind the knees. Billy was at the water can in the shade of the oaks with his back to Mr. Willis and was just buttoning his shirt over his stomach when he heard or felt Mr. Willis behind him.
"Lord God Almighty, you give me a start there, Preacher," he said.
"You know my rule, Billy."
"If you mean chunking the 'mater, I guess you got me."
Mr. Willis reached out and took the bottle from under the flap of Billy's shirt. He unscrewed the cap and poured the wine on the ground. Billy's face reddened and he opened and closed his hands in desperation.
"Oh, sweet Lord, you do punish a man," he said.
Mr. Willis started walking toward his house at the far end of the field, holding the bottle lightly with two fingers and swinging the last drops onto the ground. Then he stopped, his back still turned toward us, as though a thought were working itself toward completion in his head, and came back to the water can with his gray eyes fixed benignly on Billy Haskel's face.
"I can't pay a man for drinking in the field," he said. "You had better go on home today."
"I picked for you many a season, Preacher."
"That's right, and so you knew my rule. This stuff's going to kill you one day, and that's why I can't pay you while you do it."
Billy swallowed and shook his head. He needed the work, and he was on the edge of humiliating himself in front of the rest of us. Then he blinked his eyes and blew his breath up into his face.
"Well, like they say, I was looking for a job when I found this one," he said. "I'll get my brother to drive me out this afternoon for my check."
He walked to the blacktop, and I watched him grow smaller in the distant pools of heat that shimmered on the tar surfacing. Then he walked over a rise between two cornfields and was gone.
"That's my fault," Juanita said.
"He would have fired him anyway. I've seen him do it to people before."
"No, he stopped and came back because he was thinking of what I said. He couldn't have gone to his house without showing us something."
"You don't know Mr. Willis. He won't pay Billy for today, and that's one day's wage he's kept in his pocket."
She didn't answer, and I knew that she wasn't going to talk the rest of the afternoon. I wanted to do something awful to Mr. Willis.
At five o'clock we lined up by the bus to be paid. Clouds had moved across the sun, and the breeze was cool off the river. In the shadow of the bus the sweat dried on our faces and left lines in the dust film like brown worms. Billy's brother came out in a pickup truck to get Billy's check. I was right about Mr. Willis: he didn't pay Billy for that day. The brother started to argue, then gave it up and said, "I reckon the sun would come up green if you didn't try to sharp him, Preacher."
Juanita was standing in front of me. She had taken her bandanna down, and her Indian hair fell on her shoulders like flat star points. She began pushing it away from the nape of her neck until it lay evenly across her back. Someone bumped against me and made me brush right into her rump. I had to bite my teeth at the quiver that went through my loins.
"Do you want to go to the root-beer place on the highway?" I said.
"I never go there."
"So tonight's a good time to start."
"All right."
That easy, I thought. Why didn't I do it before? But maybe I knew, and if I didn't, Mr. Willis was just about to tell me.
After he gave me my check he asked me to walk to his car with him before I got on the bus.
"During the summer a boy can get away from his regular friends and make other friends that don't have anything to do with his life. Do you know what I mean?" he said.
"Maybe I don't want to know what you mean, Mr. Willis."
"Your father is a university teacher. I don't think he'd like what you're doing."
My face felt dead and flat, as though it had been stung with his open hand.
"I'm not going to talk with you anymore. I'm going to get on the bus now," I said.
"All right, but you remember this, Hack a redbird doesn't sit on a blackbird's nest."
I stepped onto the bus and pulled the folding doors closed behind me. Mr. Willis's face slipped by the windows as we headed down the dusty lane. Somebody was already sitting next to Juanita, and I was glad because I was so angry I couldn't have talked to anyone.
We got to the produce market in Yoakum, Juanita gave me her address (a street name belonging to a vague part of town with clapboard houses and dirt yards), and I drove Uncle Sidney's pickup out to his house in the country.
My mother was dead and my father was teaching southern history for the summer at the university in Austin, and so I lived with my uncle Sidney. He raised tomatoes, melons, beans, corn, and squash, and anything he planted grew better and bigger than any other crop in the county. He always had the fattest turkeys and best-fed Angus and Brahmas, and each year his preserves won a couple of prizes at the county fair.
But he was also the most profane man I ever knew. When provoked he could use obscenities in combinations that made people's heads reel. My father said Uncle Sidney used to drink a lot when he was younger, and when he got drunk in a beer joint in Yoakum or Cuero, it would take six policemen to put him in jail. He had been a marine in the trenches during World War I and had brought tuberculosis home with him and over the years had had two relapses because he smoked constantly. He rolled cigarettes out of five-cent Bull Durham bags, but he would roll only two or three cigarettes before he threw the bag away and opened another one. So there were Bull Durham sacks all over the farm, stained brown with the rain and running into the soil.
When Uncle Sidney was serious about something, it came out in a subtle, intense, and unexpected way that embedded itself under the skin like a thorn. One day two summers earlier I had been hunting jackrabbits on his place with his Winchester .22 automatic and I hadn't had a shot all afternoon. I just wanted to shoot something, anything, and hear the snap of the rifle and smell the cordite in the hot air. A solitary dove flew from a grove of blackjacks, and I led her with the rifle and let off three quick shots. The third one snipped her head off right at the shoulders. It was an incredible shot. I carried her in my pocket back to the house and showed her to Uncle Sidney, the fact that I had killed a dove two months out of season far from my mind.
"You think that's slick, do you?" he said. "Are you going to feed her young in the nest? Are you going to be there when their hunger sounds bring a fox down on them? You put my rifle in the rack and don't touch it again."
I pulled the pickup truck into the yard and cut the engine, but the cylinders continued to fire with post-ignition for another fifteen seconds. The pickup was actually a wreck without two inches of the original paint on it in one place and with the World War II gas-rationing stickers still on the cracked windshield even though it was 1947. I walked around behind the house and took the chain off the windmill, undressed, and began pulling the ticks off my body in the jet of water that pumped out of the pipe over the trough. Some of the ticks that had been on me since early morning had worked their heads deep into the skin and were as big as pennies with my blood. I shivered each time I dug one out with my fingernails and popped it in a red spray.
"I'll be goddamn go-to-hell if it ain't ole Satchel-ass," Uncle Sidney said from the back porch.
Sidney's battered straw hat, curled up at the brim and slanted sideways on his head, and his cowboy boots, which were worn down at the heels, always made him look like he was rocking when he walked. He was all angles: elbows stuck out as though they were about to cave a rib cage, knees askew from the direction of his boots, a quizzically turned head, a crooked smile. His skin was burned and cracked by the sun, and he had a grip and calluses that could shale the edge off of old brick. He had ridden in rodeos when he was younger and had been slammed into the boards so many times by Brahmas that every bone in him popped when he got out of a chair.
I chained the blades on the windmill and started into the house to finish my bath in the tub.
"Can I use the pickup tonight?" I said.
"Sure. But you don't look too happy about wherever it is you're going."
"It's that damn Mr. Willis."
"What did he do to you?"
"He didn't do anything to me. He fired Billy Haskel."
"Was Billy drinking in the field again?"
"It was the way he did it. He treated him like a child."
"Billy's a grown man. He can take care of himself."
"That's just it. Billy was fighting the Japs while Mr. Willis was cleaning up selling to the government."
"Satch, what you done in last Saturday's ball game ain't worth piss on a rock."
An hour later I was driving down the blacktop in the mauve-colored evening, my hair combed back wet, the smell of the fields blowing cool in my face. Rain clouds hung like bruised fruit on the horizon, and the crack of dying sun on the edge of the land sent long shafts of spinning light across the sky. The breeze bent the corn along the tops of the stalks, and jackrabbits sat in the short grass by the side of the road with their ears turned up in vees. Dead and salted crows had been nailed to the cedar fence posts to keep the live ones out of the field, and their feathers fluttered like a bad afterthought.
I didn't understand the feeling I had, but it was like both fear and guilt and at the same time neither one. I had never thought of myself as being afraid of other people, but maybe that was because I had never been in a situation when I had had to be afraid. Now people whom I had never thought about came into my mind: boys at school who never called Mexicans anything but pepper-bellies; the café owner who would turn a Mexican around in the door before he could even reach the serving counter; the theater manager who was suddenly sold out of tickets when anyone with skin darker than a suntan came to his box office.
I saw her sitting in a swing on her front porch. She wore a white blouse with a round collar and a full flower-print skirt, and she had put a red hibiscus in her hair. She closed the truck door, and we banged over the ruts and drove out on the highway toward the root-beer stand.
"I talked with my father about Billy Haskel," she said. "He's an organizer for the pickers. He's going to try to get him on in another field."
"Your father's in that?"
"Yes. Why?" She turned her head at me, and the wind blew her hair across her cheek.
"Nothing. I just heard some things the growers say about it."
"What do they say?"
"I don't know, they're communists, stuff like that."
"My father's not a communist. None of them are."
"I don't care about that kind of stuff, Juanita."
"Your uncle is a grower."
"He's nothing like Mr. Willis, or some of the others. He doesn't hire wetbacks and he wouldn't fire somebody for drinking in the field."
Up ahead we saw the lights of the root-beer stand and the cars and pickups with metal trays on the windows parked in the gravel under the canvas awning.
"Are we going inside?" she said.
"I don't care."
"Let's get it in the truck."
"Sure, if you want to."
"Hack, you don't have to take me here. We can just go for a drive."
"What's the big deal about a root-beer stand? I should have asked you to the show, except they're still playing Johnny Mack Brown."
"You don't have to prove something for me. I know you're a good person."
"Don't talk like that. We're just getting some root beer."
But while we waited for the waitress to walk out to the pickup, my hands were damp on the steering wheel and I was conscious of the conversations and the glow of cigarettes in the cars around us. The waitress in red-and-white uniform set the tray on the window and looked at me for the order, then her eyes went past my face into Juanita's.
"What, say it again," she said.
"Two root beers. One root beer and then another one on the same tray," I said.
The waitress went away and then looked back over her shoulder at us.
"Don't be sarcastic with her," Juanita said.
"I know that girl. She's got tractor oil in her head."
After the waitress brought our root beers, I picked up one of the heavy ice-filmed mugs and handed it to Juanita. When I reached back for mine, I saw a boy from my baseball team walking past the window toward the restroom.
"Hey, Hack. You keeping your arm in shape for next year?" He looked into the truck, his eyes full of light and curiosity.
"I throw a few every evening against a target on my uncle's barn."
"This man's a mean motor scooter on the mound," he said to Juanita. "He's got a Carl Hubbell screwball that wipes the letters off a batter."
"Yeah, I'm so good I dusted three guys in our district game."
"That don't matter. Those guys thought sheep-dip didn't stink till you put their noses in it."
"I'll have better control next season. Look, we'll see you later, Ben."
"Sure. Take it easy, Hack."
A minute later he backed his car around to leave the lot, and I saw the white oval faces of two people looking out the back window at us. He burned out onto the highway in a scorch of gravel.
A week later Johnny Mack Brown was still playing at the theater in town, so I took Juanita to the double feature at the drive-in. I parked the pickup to the side of the concession stand, and when the lot darkened I put my arm around her shoulders. Her eyes were still on the screen, but when I lowered my head against hers she turned her face up at me with her lips parted. She laid her wrist on the back of my neck when we kissed and brushed her lips sideways on my mouth. I put my face in her hair and could smell the soap and baby powder on her shoulders.
The cab of the pickup had not been designed for romance. The floor stick, even jammed into reverse, stuck up between us like a convent wall, and our elbows and knees banged against the dashboard, the windows, the door handles, and the gun rack. By intermission I had another problem, too: what we used to call the hot rocks, a thick ache in the genitals that made you think someone had poured concrete in your fly. Usually the only way to get rid of it, besides the most obvious way, was to get out and lift the truck bumper. This went on all the time back on neckers' row, but I waited for the intermission and just sat quietly behind the steering wheel for five minutes and then headed for the concession stand.
That was a mistake.
When I went into the men's room a hot, fetid place that reeked of disinfectant and urinated beer, with an exhaust fan on one wall a dozen high school boys were inside, leaning over the troughs and passing around a bottle of sloe gin in a paper sack. Someone was throwing up in the toilet cubicle. The room was almost silent while I waited for my turn at the trough.
"Hey, Hack, who's that girl in your truck?"
"Just a friend."
"Is she a Mexican?" It was the same boy, and his question was almost innocent.
"It's none of your damn business what she is."
There was no sound except the dirty noise of the exhaust fan. Then, from a tall kid in cowboy boots, blue jeans, an immaculate white T-shirt, and a straw hat, who leaned against the wall with one foot propped behind him:
"Is is true that Mexican fur burger tastes like jalapeño?"
A left-handed pitcher has certain advantages on the mound, but so does a left-handed fistfighter, because your opponent instinctively watches your right hand as the area of potential damage. I swung upward from my left side and caught him on the mouth and knocked his head into the cinder-block wall. When he wrenched his head straight again, his fists already flying out at me, I saw the blood in his teeth like a smear of food dye. We fought all over the room (someone shot the bolt on the door so the manager couldn't get in), careening against bodies and troughs and trash cans, and I got him twice more in the face and once so hard in the throat that spittle flew from his mouth, but his arms were longer than mine and he clubbed me into a corner between the toilet cubicle and the wall and I couldn't get my elbows back to swing. His fists, white and ridged with bone, seemed to appear and explode against my face so fast that for a moment I thought someone else was swinging with him.
But the other person turned out to be the manager, who had broken the doorjamb and was pulling the tall boy off me.
The boy relaxed his arms and caught his breath.
"The next time you bring a greaser to the drive-in, you better be able to take it," he said.
I wanted to hit him again, but I was finished. I walked out into the parking lot past groups of people who stared at my torn and blood-streaked clothes and the long strip of damp toilet paper that was stuck to one of my loafers. I got into the pickup and slammed the door. Juanita's mouth opened and her fingers jerked up toward her face.
"Forget it," I said. I started the engine and bounced out into the aisle, then I heard glass snap and heavy iron smash against the rear fender. I had forgotten to remove the speaker and had torn the pipe and concrete base right out of the ground, which was all right, but I had also broken off the top half of Uncle Sidney's window.
Uncle Sidney started attending the meetings of the Growers' Association. They met on Tuesday nights at the Baptist church, and if you drove by and saw the pickups parked in the grove of oak trees, the fireflies sparkling in the summer dark, and the heads of men through the lighted windows, you thought only that a church meeting was going on and a group trip to Dallas or a new building was being planned. But beyond the noise of the cicadas they were talking about the Mexican farmworkers' union and communists, their minds melding together in fear, their vocabulary finding words that were as foreign to their world as peasants' revolutions in Russia.
"Why do you have to go there?" I said to Uncle Sid. He was sitting on the porch step in his shiny suit with the trousers tucked inside his boots. The fire of his hand-rolled, brown-streaked cigarette was no more than a quarter inch from his lips.
"Why shouldn't I go there?"
"Because they're dumb people."
"Well, there is a couple that was probably playing with their knobs when God passed out the brains. But sometimes you got to stick together, Satchel-ass. If these Mexicans are serious about a strike, they can do us some real harm."
I watched him drive down the road in the dusty twilight, past the pond where under the surface the late sun was trapped in a red ball as motionless and dead as my heart.
But I should have had more faith in Uncle Sid. I should have known he was too angular to fit very long with a bunch like the Growers' Association. The next Tuesday night, when I had gotten Juanita to come over for dinner, he came back from the meeting so mad that you could have lighted a kitchen match by touching it to his face.
"What happened?" I said.
"That little whipsnip of a preacher stood up in front of the meeting and said I was working a couple of Mexicans that was communists. And anybody that kept communists on his payroll after he knew about them might just stand some looking into himself. Then a couple other of them mealymouth sons of bitches turned around and looked at me and said maybe every grower ought to make out a list of who was working for him."
"Mr. Willis likes to put a finger in your eye if he can."
"Juanita, I got to hire on six more men next week. You ask your daddy to send me a half dozen of them union Mexicans or nigras or whatever they are. I don't bargain on wages, I pay by the piece, but they'll get more than they will from the likes of that preacher. Just make sure your daddy gets me six hard workers that ain't welcomed nowhere."
It was a strange collection that showed up at the house the next week: two old men, a boy, a one-armed man, a Negro, and Billy Haskel.
"When did you get in the union, Billy?" Uncle Sid said.
"I figured it wouldn't do no harm. I ain't worked nowhere since Mr. Willis run me off."
"Is that you, José? I thought you were in the pen."
"They let me out."
"Well, all right, boys. You can pick up your baskets at the barn. Come back to the house at noon for your lunch."
Uncle Sid watched them walk across the lot, his hat tilted sideways on his head.
"Damn, is that the bunch that's got people spraying in their britches all over the county?" he said.
Two nights later it was hot and breathless, and dry lightning was flashing on the horizon. I kept waking up every hour, caught between bad dreams and the hot silence of the house. Toward morning I felt the heat begin to go out of the air, and as my eyes closed with real sleep, I saw the lightning patterns flicker on the wallpaper. Then something in my sleep told me that the color was wrong the cobalt white had been replaced by red and yellow, and there was a smell of rubber burning.
I heard Uncle Sidney walk from his bedroom to the gun rack in the kitchen and then open the front screen door.
"What is it?" I said, pulling on my Levi's.
"Look there. It was done by somebody with experience. They nailed strips of tires along the wood to give it extra heat."
The cross was fifteen feet high and burning brightly from top to bottom. Strings of smoke rose from the crosspiece like dirty handkerchiefs, and in the distance I saw a flatbed truck roaring down the dirt road toward the blacktop.
Uncle Sid shaved, put on a fresh pair of overalls, and sat down at the kitchen table with a coffee cup and notepad.
"What are you doing?" I said. Outside, the light had climbed into the sky, and I could hear a breeze rattle the windmill blades.
"Making out a list of genuine sons of bitches and possible sons of bitches. While I'm doing this, Satch, see if Billy Haskel's here yet, and you and him put that cross in the back of the pickup. It probably won't fit, so get a boomer chain out of the barn."
Billy and I loaded up the charred cross and propped the top end against the cab and stretched a chain across the shaft. I hooked on a boomer and locked it down tight.
"The sheriff ain't going to be too happy when your uncle drops this smelly thing in his office," Billy said.
Uncle Sidney walked out of the house with his notepad in his shirt pocket. He had on his new shortbrim Stetson hat, a cigarette twisted in the side of his mouth. His knees rose against his stiff overalls.
"What are we doing?" I said.
"Cutting a notch in their butts. You boys hop in."
We drove out to Mr. Willis's farm and saw him in the field not far from the road. He tried to ignore us at first by looking in the other direction, but Uncle Sidney began blowing on the horn until every picker in the rows had stopped and was staring past Mr. Willis at us. His face was tight when he walked over to us.
"Somebody left this in my front yard last night and I want it to get back to the right place," Uncle Sidney said. "You reckon I ought to leave it here?"
"I don't have any idea of what you're talking about."
"I don't blame you for lying. It ain't easy to sit in your own shit."
"You can leave my property, Mr. Holland."
"I will, in just a minute. But first, my nephew tells me you beat Billy Haskel here out of a day's wage. Now, Billy's a poor man and I think you ought to dip down in your billfold, Preacher."
Mr. Willis's face grew tighter and he tried to hold his gaze on Uncle Sidney's eyes. Then his hand went woodenly to his back pocket as though he couldn't control it.
"I'll pay him just to get you off my place."
"No, you'll pay him because I told you to. And the next time you send thugs around my house, I'm going to catch you in town, out in public, and you're not going to want to live around here anymore."
We drove out to Zack's on the blacktop, and Uncle Sid bought two six-cartons of Lone Star and filled the cartons with cracked ice to keep the bottles cold. Then we headed for the house of the next farmer on the list, and by noon we had worked our way across the county to the town. Warning must have gotten there ahead of us, because the hardware-and-feed store was locked, a farmer who hadn't been home earlier almost ran to his truck when he saw us, and a deputy sheriff's car began to follow us through the streets. People stared from the high concrete sidewalks at the blackened cross in the bed of the pickup while Uncle Sidney sat casually behind the wheel with his arm in the window, his beer bottle filled with amber sunlight. At the traffic light a man in a straw hat, colorless denims, and laced boots stepped off the curb and walked over to the running board.
"Mr. Holland, I'm a member of the Association, but I didn't have nothing to do with this business," he said.
"I didn't figure you did, Mr. Voss."
Mr. Voss nodded and crossed the street.
"This is so much fun we ought to do it all over again," Billy Haskel said.
That afternoon Uncle Sidney told me to drive the cross down to the creek bed and dump it, but I replied that I'd like to keep it in the truck until the weekend. On Saturday evening I picked up Juanita and took her to the drive-in movie, ignoring her argument and her glances through the back window at the cross vibrating under the boomer chain. People whom I hardly knew said hello to us, and during the intermission some boys from the baseball team gathered around the truck and drank warm beer with their feet on the running boards. The truck became not only the respected center of the parking lot for every group there but an excoriated symbol of difference that ennobled the individual who was allowed to stand in the circle around it. The beer cans rattled on the gravel, the laughter rose louder, people crawled and banged around on the cab roof, and finally the manager threw us all out. That was in 1947, the year I pitched four shutouts and learned not to think about them.
Copyright © 1985 by James Lee Burke
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Dream is a brand of white chocolate by Cadbury. It is no longer manufactured in the UK and Ireland, but is still produced in Australia, New Zealand and South Africa. It is similar to a Milkybar, which is made by Nestlé. Some of the difference between it and Milkybar is that "Dream" uses real cocoa butter, is slimmer than the Milkybar, and the Milkybar uses puffed rice.[1][dubious ] It was first launched in Australia and New Zealand in 2001. According to Cadbury, the product became one of the top five block chocolate brands in New Zealand and had driven growth in the overall chocolate market.[2] In 2002, the product was launched in the United Kingdom and Canada and was featured in the credits for Coronation Street.[3]
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Frederick J. Hanna & Associates1427 Roswell Road, Marietta GA 30062 Internet United States of America
Frederick J. Hanna & Associates Lisa Ward, Michelle Fane unprofessional, fraud perpetrating & refuse to make it right, Internet
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This company refuses to behave professionally, they hung up on me twice (Michele Fane), then when I asked to speak to a supervisor, Lisa Ward called back and demanded to speak to my husband (they're trying to get him fired so we'll go bankrupt), and he did get on the phone (he works at home sometimes), then he asked her IF there's anything else she needed from him, and she said "NO" then she tired to bully me into giving his SS# - the last four numbers, after she got his birthday from me (they are a 'collection agency' & can use anything they squeeze out of you - against you) - and IF they have your birthday, and where you were born & the last four, they can recreate your Social Security Number! It's sure like a SCAM IMOHO&E! I told her that demanding it and refusing to provide service if the person refuses was against the law - so she hung up on me! Aren't they sure acting like a RIP OFF? <g>
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AUTHOR: HannaH8R - (USA)
SUBMITTED: Monday, June 20, 2011POSTED: Monday, June 20, 2011
Bud Hibbs is an excellent source too, but I'm not sure you will be able to find a local atty. through them, as they are hard to find if you don't live in a big city. Great if you can however. If not, you can either use the self-help resources, or find your own local atty. (most only offer bankruptcy - which may be your main option now if they have a garnishment and you can't find help to vacate the judgment if it was obtained through fraud or if you were not served).
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Stay off the phone, and use only certified mail...
AUTHOR: Steve - (USA)
SUBMITTED: Monday, June 20, 2011POSTED: Monday, June 20, 2011
Phone calls do not protect your rights under the law.
And, speaking to a debt collector on the phone will NEVER produce positive results for you.
Speaking to a debt collector on the phone WILL make things worse for you.
And, for the other contributor, Fred Hanna is BOTH an attorney, AND a debt collector, under the law.
I have gone rounds with Hanna, and beat him badly.
Nobody can garnish your pay without FIRST suing you and winning.
Hanna specializes in what is known as "sewer service", where they serve you at an old or even totally bogus address knowing you won't respons, and then they move quickly for a default judgement, and subsequent garnishment order.
If they claim they sued you, go to the clerk of court and get every piece of paper filed in the case, paying special attention to the affidavit of service on the summons.
File Bar Association complaints, as well as FTC complaints, and then a counter suit for damages.
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Info for you
AUTHOR: Stacey - (U.S.A.)
SUBMITTED: Sunday, June 19, 2011POSTED: Sunday, June 19, 2011
Contact me for referral to a local consumer law professional if you are involved with Hanna - from bud hibbs
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AUTHOR: HannaH8R - (USA)
SUBMITTED: Sunday, June 19, 2011POSTED: Sunday, June 19, 2011
(Call and ask for a bar complaint, and if they have them online):
State Bar of Georgia
104 Marietta St. NW, Suite 100
Atlanta, Georgia 30303
(404) 527-8700
(800) 334-6865
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Date: April 9, 2011
Frederick J. Hanna & Associates, P.C.
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Marietta, GA 30062
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RE: Request for Validation of Debt, 15 U.S.C. 1692g
Dear Sir or Madam:
This is my formal notice that I am disputing this debt, and requesting immediate validation under Section 809 of the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act, 15 U.S.C. 1692g, of the debt from your office. I am requesting that your office immediately send me a copy of the following documents: (a) the name, address, and phone number of an employee of the original creditor that can validate the debt, (b) proof of who is the current legal owner of the debt, and that you represent the original creditor or debt buyer, and (c) the original signed note, contract, credit agreement, or instrument creating the debt.
I am disputing this debt for the following reasons: this debt has not been validated. I do not know whether your debt collection company is the legal owner of this debt or not, or if the amounts charged are valid.
This is also my formal notice under 15 U.S.C. 1692c, to you to cease all further communications with me, my family members, and my associates and all third parties, unless I give you express permission to do so. You have my express permission to mail me the requested validation documents to the address listed below, but I do not give you permission to contact me over the phone, or in any other way except as specifically addressed in this letter.
This letter is not meant in any way to be an acknowledgment that I owe this money.
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Atlanta, GA 30300
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Shea FashionsStaten Island, New York U.S.A.
Shea Fashions ripped me off Staten Island New York
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I order a bag back in February and it is now April 22nd and I have not received the bag. I called the phone number of the company but no answer and I have also wrote the company 30 times but no response. They took my $67.00 but did not give me the product. I thought they were a real company because I order 2 other bags with them and received them within 9 days.
My orders were good qaulity items so I figured this company was a good one for replica items. If anyone knows what can be done to try and get my money back that would be helpful.
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Am currently working on emails and Find A Grave notifications from 29 July. Please be patient--I promise I will get to them all!
I have been a genealogist for the great majority of my life and am amazed by the power and richness of Find A Grave. It is an honor to contribute.
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We are put on this planet to give of ourselves, as we can, to the people around us and the strangers we meet. In the interest of accuracy and fostering appreciation of our ancestors, we should share information with our kin and the public as much as possible. If our ultimate purpose is not to disseminate what we have learned, then we are just navel-gazing.
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Every day I send out multiple edit requests and links in order to improve the data in Find A Grave. (I have submitted over 5,600 accepted edits since the automatic edit function was implemented in late 2013.) If I can add substantial information to a memorial, I sometimes inquire as to whether its creator would consider transferring (if he/she is not related, of course). The reason I do this is simple: I have dedicated much of my life to promoting scholarship in genealogy and the use of archival sources. If someone submits an edit or a link to a memorial that I manage, I analyze the information and research the documentation before accepting it. Hopefully, unrelated persons managing memorials I am interested in will do the same. However, I know this is not always the case and, as a result, I find that incorrect edits and links are sometimes accepted by members.
Please do not take offense by my inquiring. I am always glad to contribute to others' memorials as well. Most likely, though, I will not contribute biographical notes if the person who maintains the memorial is unrelated and therefore unlikely to retain the source data. Generally, I do not submit vital dates/places unless the current information in the memorial is incorrect or insufficient.
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Diane Dotsko
Timothy Bloomfield 1729-1803
Hi Joe, I thought I'd follow-up on an email I sent to your office on August 12 (sorry about that, but I thought it would be too lengthy to post here). It had to do with the connection between Timothy Bloomfield and William R. Bellamy. Any information you have would be greatly appreciated. Thanks, Diane
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I'm trying to untangle two or three different William and John Hughes. Isaac Hughes is the only one thus far that I have correct (his dad is William; Williams dad is John). Please let me know where you got your information on Williams parents and also have a look at memorial 75882104.
You mentioned on your memorial for John Hughes that you were doubtful that Humphry was John's father. Please explain further.
Thank you. I'm sorry to inconvenience you, just looking for correct info for my tree.
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on Aug 21, 2016 4:18 PM
Jeff Ard
I searched your number and it went to a last name Gould...........these numbers must be just member numbers or something not memorial numbers
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memorial #46907359
Can you tell me why this memorial number 46907359 is posted as what looks like my future number maybe??? it is posted next to my name when I view my account....the reason I ask you is this number is managed by you.....
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Linda Applegate Brown
Mary A Rogers Hutchinson 23947130
Thank you for the information and update on the town where this lady died. The correction has been made. Keep up the good work! ~Linda
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I took a picture of SEmma Pfeiffer's grave today. She is in the 'new' Methodist cemetery in Williamstown. I will get it uploaded shortly.
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Transfer done
Hi Joe, I transferred the Hammond Profiles to you as requested. I am not related and it's great when family ancestry can be kept together. Best regards.
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Joe, here is the death certificte transcript for the other Bessie Cubberley. She was daughter of Amos Lee and Emaline Norton and married John E Cubberley -
Death certificate, NJ State Archives, Bessie Lee Cubberley, 484 Greenwood Ave, Mercer, Trenton, NJ, lived in city 30 years, female, white, married, John E Cubberley, born 20 July 1856, 65y 7m 4d, housewife, b. Mercer Co, NJ, father Amos Lee, and mother Emaline Norton, both b NJ, informant John E Cubberley, same address (this would be her husband) She died Feb 24, 1922, attended Feb 14, 1922 to Feb 24, 1922 by Edgar L West MD of Trenton, NJ died of chronic interstitial Nephritis, 2 yrs 1 mon, contributing - La Grippe 10 days, burial Greenwood Cemetery, cannot read date buried, Poulson and VanHise undertaker, Trenton.
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Ella Cubberley and her daughter Bessie
Joe, I can't figure out how to send misc info through the edit feature. I put the edit in but I have a transcript of her death certificate, if you want it - certificate, NJ State Archives, 07474, Ella Waters Cubberley, died Feb 14, 1953, Mercer co, Hamilton Twp, stayed 4 1/2 mo at 146 Park Ave Hamilton Square, usual residence 403 Sewell Ave, Asbury Park, Monmouth, NJ, female, white, widowed, born 11 July 1860, age 92, born Hamilton Sq NJ, Us citizen, father Charles L Rogers, mother Cornelia Waters, informant Byron M Rogers, myocarditits, for 6 weeks, and uremia, no autopsy, Attended by Floyd D Hunter, MD of Hamilton Square from 11 Oct 1952 to Feb 14, 1953, burial 2/16/53 at Greenwood Cemetery, Trenton, NJ, rec'd by registrar Frank J Unger, 16 Feb 1953, Farry Memorial Home Third Ave Asbury Park, NJ.
I also have her daughter Bessie Cubberley's death certificate - Death certificate, Bessie Cubberley, died 6 March 1948, at 403 Sewell Ave, Asbury Park, Monmouth, NJ, lived in city 25 years. Female, white, single, born 26 March 1880, Hamilton Square, NJ, father Alfred Cubberley, and mother Ella W Rogers, both born Hamilton Square. Informant Mrs Ella Cubberley of same address (this would be her mother), burial Greenwood Cemetery, funeral director Farry Mem Home, Asbury Park, She died 6 March 1948, and was attended June 23, 1947 to March 6, 1948 for chronic interstitial Nephritis for one year and (?) Scherosis for 2 years, by LL Leonard MD, of Asbury Park.
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Hey Joe;
Thanks for your message about Dr. VanNeste; I remember that location in the cemetery- I should go aback and get a better photo for you. I transferred management, since you have a personal story that ties you to him! Best of luck.
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Sensors 2013, 13(12), 16474-16493; doi:10.3390/s131216474
A Region Tracking-Based Vehicle Detection Algorithm in Nighttime Traffic Scenes
1 State Key Laboratory of Automotive Safety and Energy, Tsinghua University, Beijing 100084, China 2 Suzhou INVO Automotive Electronics Co., Ltd., Suzhou 215200, China 3 Xi'an Institute of High-Tech, Xi'an 710025, China
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Received: 3 October 2013 / Revised: 18 November 2013 / Accepted: 25 November 2013 / Published: 2 December 2013
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AbstractThe preceding vehicles detection technique in nighttime traffic scenes is an important part of the advanced driver assistance system (ADAS). This paper proposes a region tracking-based vehicle detection algorithm via the image processing technique. First, the brightness of the taillights during nighttime is used as the typical feature, and we use the existing global detection algorithm to detect and pair the taillights. When the vehicle is detected, a time series analysis model is introduced to predict vehicle positions and the possible region (PR) of the vehicle in the next frame. Then, the vehicle is only detected in the PR. This could reduce the detection time and avoid the false pairing between the bright spots in the PR and the bright spots out of the PR. Additionally, we present a thresholds updating method to make the thresholds adaptive. Finally, experimental studies are provided to demonstrate the application and substantiate the superiority of the proposed algorithm. The results show that the proposed algorithm can simultaneously reduce both the false negative detection rate and the false positive detection rate.
Keywords: advanced driver assistance system; nighttime vehicle detection; vehicle taillights; pairing; tracking; time-series analysis model; adaptive thresholds
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