Thursday, December 19, 2013
bustled to a new set of plans and arranged a big night and it was an
unforgettable night. There was a party at Al Hinkle’s sister’s house.
Two of his brothers are policemen. They sat in awe of everything that
went on. There was a lovely spread on the table, cakes and drinks. Al
Hinkle looked happy and prosperous. “Well are you all set with Helen
now?” “Yessir,” said Al, “I sure am. I’m about to go to Denver
University you know, me Jim and Bill.” “What are you going to take up?”
“Oh I don’t know right now. Say, Neal gets crazier every year don’t he?”
“He sure does.” Helen Hinkle was there. She was trying to talk to
someone but Neal held the whole floor. He stood before Jeffries, White,
Bev and I who all sat side by side in kitchen chairs along the wall and
performed. Al Hinkle hovered nervously behind him. His poor sister was
thrust into the background. “Hup! Hup!” Neal was saying, tugging at his
shirt, rubbing his belly, jumping up and down. “Yass, well---we’re all
together now and the years have rolled severally behind us and yet you
see none of us have really changed, and to prove that I have here a deck
of cards with which I can tell very accurate fortunes of all
sorts”---It was the dirty deck. Helena Tomson and Bill Tomson sat
stiffly in a corner. It was a meaningless party, a complete flop-out.
Then Neal suddenly grew quiet and sat in a kitchen chair between Jeff
and me and stared straight ahead with rocky doglike wonder and paid no
attention to anybody. He simply disappeared for a moment to gather up
more energy. If you touched him he would sway like a boulder suspended
on a pebble on the precipice of a cliff. He might come crashing down or
just sway rocklike. Then the boulder exploded into a sunflower and his
face lit up with a lovely smile and he looked around like a man waking
up and said “Ah, look at all the nice people that are sitting here with
me. Isn’t it nice! Jack, how nice.” He got up and went across the room
hand outstretched to one of the policemen in the party. “How’d’y’do. My
name is Neal Cassady? Yes I remember you well. Is everything all right?
Well, well. Look at the lovely cake. Oh, can I have some?” Al’s sister
said yes. “Oh, how wonderful. People are so nice. Cakes and pretty
things set out on a table and all for the sake of
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