Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Keith Davison - Retreat From Dave's Place
I was standing facing the door to Dave's. Gordy was standing directly across the circle with his back to the door. All of a sudden the door burst open and Dave himself came out on the dead run hurling curses at "the little bastards" stealing his soda pop. We all scattered. But Gordy was the last to react because he did not have a clue what was happening.
Now maybe you remember how Gordy used to run. With his knees pumping very high and he was not very fast. Dave on the other hand, was a long lanky guy and had been a long distance runner in school. He was right on Gordy's tail block after block saying, "just wait til I get my hands on you you little SOB." And other epithets and threats. Gordy finally made it to the scotchbroom and weeds in a vacant field about ten blocks away and collapsed, unable to run another step. Fortunately for Gordo, Dave did not find him in the weeds.
Also, I heard from Gordy and he says my memory is accurate. That he could move his legs up and down pretty fast but that he never seemed to get anywhere.