I would like to tell you a little about my two friends, her name was not Bonny, but she liked the name of Penny, so everyone called her by that name. She was a perky little thing that turned heads when she entered a room. If you listened closely enough you could almost hear a drum roll when she walked.
She loved all the guys and flirted with them all. At the same time, all the women hated her with a passion and none ever had a good thing to say about her. But that didn’t bother her any, she was all woman and she knew it and everyone else knew it to. At times, you couldn’t tell if she was wearing a night gown or an evening dress, she loved it when heads turned to look at her. She was always among the best dressed women in town.
She shared her apartment with a friend. Penny never had many female friends, but this one was clever. She would walk into a store shopping and leave wearing four or five different outfits and they all would fit Penny or herself. This girl was from one of the better class families in the city and well known in these clothing stores, No one would ever suspect her of doing anything wrong.
His name wasn’t really Clyde, it was Kenneth, But he used the name of Dude, it was one of his alias names. Dude was a fancy dresser, he wore a different suit every day and sometimes he would change during the day. In the early days, Dude wore Spats. Spats are covers for a shoe for the upper class. They go with top hats, cumber buns and a flower in your lapel. Dude had two loves, the first being guns, he always had one stuck in his belt and another in a pocket somewhere. He spent much of his time out shooting and wanted to be a fast draw, but he didn’t want to be a called a cowboy. His second love was the Ford V Eight. He loved the sound it made. Sometimes he would start the engine and just set there and listen to it run.
Dude had a short fuse and you never knew when he would explode. He never entered a bar until after five p.m. But if he wasn’t out shooting, he would be found in a pool hall or grocery store. He was known to go into a food store rip open a loaf of bread and get lunch meat at the meat counter, make a sandwich and have quart of milk in his other hand. He took what ever he wanted and no one ever ask him to pay for anythiing.
One day, while in the store, he was eating Twinkies and drinking straw-berry soda when a lady with kids, was there and letting them run wild. They bumped into Dude and the soda fell from his hand and broke on the floor.
An old guy got splattered with the soda, and when he jumped back, he knocked the twinkies out of Dude's hands. then he stepped on them. That really made Dude mad, he pulled out his guns and fired, The old guy fell to the floor. two of the kids were wounded and he scared the hell out of a third kid.
The old girl was tied up, gagged and left in the meat locker. When the police arrived, Dude was standing outside getting his shoes shined. The police ask everybody questions, but no one seemed to know what had happened.
Penny’s mother, “Maw Webb”, who ran a boarding house, that is until the cook ran off with a peddler. Now she just rents out rooms. Penny had two sisters, both older. One owned a trucking company that hauled booze across state lines. The other sister was a perfect lady. Everyone wanted a sister like her.
Maw Webb. Made the best bath tub gin in the whole country. But she refused to sell it to just anyone, She was getting hit by Gin Runners so often, that she had to move the operation to a new location. But Mother Webb’s memory wasn’t all that good and she could never find her way back to where she had relocated it. Who knows what ever happened to the Gin making recipe?
It is said that Penny and Dude led a life of crime and many years later they were captured in a town in Indiana, there was a huge gun battle, both Penny and Dude were killed and the Ford V Eight was so full of holes and it was sold to someone for a thousand dollars a hole and that came to more than three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. One can see it with all it’s holes, in a museum in Indiana.
By; Ben R. ☺
April 17, 2013
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