Jan 20, 2015
Uncle Edd's Gun
He was tall and lanky, with a beard and piercing eyes. He didn't participate much in the conversations about long ago-events in the hills of Kentucky and the exploits of husbands and wives. He sat in an old easy chair, smoking cigarettes, his face illuminated in firelight like an otherworldly creature. After awhile, he grabbed his car keys and left without a word, driving out into the darkness of the Indiana countryside.
Was he a secret agent, off to fight evil Russian spies? Or maybe he was a wizard, off to the cemetery to summon the spirits of the undead?
I thought he was the coolest guy in the world.
But the curtain was always drawn.
The rest of the story is on Tales of West Hollywood.