better than anything except watching and listening to birds and recording their songs, and his schoolteacher mother, who was growing older with a child who never aged. I took Bonzo fishing several times a year, sometimes when I knew no fish would be there, just because he loved to cast his line.
âIâm not doing any fishing right now,â I said. âIâm trying to learn about the man who was killed in that explosion on the boat in Vineyard Haven. I see that some of the men in the union are here, and I want to talk with any of them who knew Eduardo Alvarez. Do you know if he was ever in here?â
The happy look went away from Bonzoâs face. âOh, I heard about that explosion, J.W. That was bad. You know what it made me think?â
âWhat?â
âIt made me think of that saying that only the good die young. Because Eduardo was young and he was good, too. You ever hear that saying, J.W.?â
âIâve heard it, Bonzo. Are you telling me that Eduardo came into this bar? Did you talk with him?â
Bonzoâs head nodded like a bobble head. âOh, sure. We was friends. He was friends with lots of people, and I was one of them. Almost everybody was his friend.â He waved a thin-wristed hand in a gesture that took in most of the room. Then the hand stopped, and I followed its line to a man at the bar who was looking at us with an unfriendly face. âExcept, maybe Steve, there,â said Bonzo, lowering his voice and dropping his arm. âSteve and Eduardo used to argue and almost fight.â
âAlmost?â
âOh, Eduardo would never fight,â said Bonzo, apparently surprised that I didnât understand that obvious characteristic. âHeâd just put up his hands and move back, and then somebody would always step between them, and Steve might hit that guy before the other guys would stop him and give him a beer and quiet him down.â He put his face close to mine. âOnce, though, the police had to come and take Steve and another guy away because they wouldnât stop fighting.â
Whiskey warriors are commonplace, unfortunately. If you give certain normally mild people enough alcohol to get drunk, they become nasty. On the other hand, if you get some normally obnoxious people drunk, they might become sentimental and burst into song. In vino veritas .
I looked at Steve and found him staring at me beneath frowning brows. I brought my eyes back to Bonzo. âWhat were they fighting about?â I asked.
âOh, about the strike. You know, thereâs some guys who want it to stay peaceful and others who want to get tougher about it.â
âIs that what Eduardo and Steve argued about?â
Bonzoâs head bobbed some more. âYeah. Iâll tell you something, J.W. We donât mind people arguing when they keep their voices down, you know what I mean? But we donât like it when they get mad and loud, and we donât like fights at all. Itâs bad for business.â
I finished my beer. It had tasted good enough to have another one, and Bonzo said heâd be glad to get it. I watched him go to the bar and saw Steveâs big hand grab his shirt when he got there. Steveâs voice reached across the room. âYou talking about me, you half-wit?â
Bonzo was his height but half his weight. He pushed at Steveâs hand. âIâm just getting a beer for my friend. Lemme go.â
Jake, the bartender, moved closer. âNow take it easy, Steve,â he said. Other voices said the same.
But Steveâs hand didnât let go. He gave Bonzo a shake. âFuck your friend. You keep your mouth shut about what you hear, you brainless idiot, or Iâll punch you even sillier than you already are.â
I was halfway to the bar before I realized Iâd left the booth.
Steve, however, had seen me from the start, and he was smiling. He shoved Bonzo away so hard that heâd have fallen if
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