“Let’s say I’m a retiree who likes to reconstruct, to restore things. While whatever I write here concerns them, Donny and Bob Peel, supply and demand is always part of the story. Memory is an old whore eager to turn tricks with the body of the past to satisfy the customer. Think of me as the customer. Which means I’m always right. I need to see it this way. Not all of this is speculation, my years of being the confidant and friend of Donny’s wife, Anne, has given me a chance to hear a lot of Pe...el family history. But some of it I witnessed for myself, as a somewhat distant but extremely interested observer. Of course, there are many gaps in the story, but where’s the pleasure in reconstruction if you can’t tart things up a bit? The vintage car boys put a little extra car wax on those 1950s fins to bring the shine out. A little background first. Donny was three years younger than Bob, who was both father and mother to him. That doesn’t mean their parents were actually dead, just that they were dead from the neck up; two mean, stupid drunks.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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