Then you approve of what the governments doing in Vietnam? She got right to the point, old Clydine. No sidetracks for her.
They didnt ask me.
Why dont you desert then?
Her chum pitched in, too. Dont you want to get out of the country?
Ive just been out of the country, I objected.
Were just wasting our time on this one, Joan, Clydine said. He isnt even politically aware.
Its been real, I told them. Ill always remember you both fondly.
They turned their backs on me and went on handing out pamphlets.
Farther up the street another young lady stopped me, but she wasnt offering politics. She was surprisingly direct about what she was offering.
Next a dirty-looking little guy wanted to give me a real artistic tattoo. I turned him down, too.
Farther along, a GI with wasted-looking eyeballs tried to sell me a lid of grass.
I went into another bara fairly quiet oneand mulled it around over a beer. I decided that I must have had the look of somebody who wanted something. I couldnt really make up my mind why.
I went back on down the street. It was a sad, grubby street with sad, grubby people on it, all hysterically afraid that some GI with money on him might get past them.
That thought stopped me. The four hundred Id won was in my blouse pocket, and I sure didnt want to get rolled. It was close enough after payday to make a lone GI a pretty good target, so I decided that Id better get off Pacific Avenue.
But what the hell does a guy do with himself on his first night back in the States? I ticked off the possibilities. I could get drunk, get laid, get rolled, or go to a movie. None of those sounded very interesting. I could walk around, but my feet hurt. I could pick a fight with somebody and get thrown in jailthat one didnt sound like much fun at all. Maybe I could get a hamburger-to-go and jump off a bridge.
Most of the guys Id come back with were hip-deep in family by now, but I hadnt even bothered to let my Old Lady know I was coming back. The less I saw of her, the better wed both feel. That left Jack. I finally got around to him. Probably it was inevitable. I suppose it had been in the back of my mind all along.
I knew that Jack was probably still in Tacoma someplace. He always came back here. It was his home base. He and I hadnt been particularly close since wed been kids, and Id only seen him about three times since the Old Man died. But this was family night, and he was it. Ordinarily, I wouldnt have driven a mile out of my way to see him.
Piss on it, I said and went into a drugstore to use the phone.
Hello? His voice sounded the same as I remembered.
Jack? This is Dan.
Dan? Dan who?
Now theres a great start for you. Gives you a real warm glow right in the gut. I almost hung up.
Your brother. Remember? I said dryly.
Dan? Really? I thought you were in the Armyin England or someplace.
Germany, I said. I just got back today.
You stationed out here at the Fort now?
Yeah, Im at the separation center.
You finishing up already? Oh, thats right, you were only in for two years, werent you?
Yeah, only two, I said.
Its my brother, he said to someone, the one thats been in the Army. How the hell should I know?Dan, where are you? Out at the Fort?
No, Im downtown.
Pitchin yourself a liberty, huh?
Not really, I said. Ive only got three more days till I get out, and I think Ill keep my nose clean.
Good ideahey, you got anything on for tonight? I mean any chickie or anything?
No, I said, just kicking around. I thought Id just give you a call and let you know I was still alive, is all.
Why dont you grab a bus and bag on out? Id come and pick you up, but Margarets workin tonight, and shes got the car.
Your wife?
Yeahand Ive got to watch the kids. Ive got some beer in the fridge. We can pop open a few and talk old times.
All right, I said. How do I find the place?
Im out on South Tacoma Way. You know which bus to take?
I think I can remember.
Get off at Seventy-eighth Street and come down the right hand side. Its the Green Lodge Trailer Court. Im in number seventeena blue and white Kenwood.
OK, I told him. Ill be out in a half hour or so.
Ill be lookin for you.
I slowly hung up. This was going to be a mistake. Jack and I hadnt had anything in common for years now. I pictured an evening with the both of us desperately trying to think of something to say.
Might as well get it over with, I muttered. I stopped by a liquor store and picked up a pint of bourbon. Maybe with enough anesthetic, neither one of us would suffer too much.
I sat on the bus reading the ads pasted above the windows and watching people get off and on. They were mostly old ladies. Theres something about old ladies on buseshave you ever noticed? Ive never been able to put my finger on it, but whatever it is, it makes me want to vomit. Hows that for an inscription on a tombstone? Here Lies Daniel AldersOld Ladies on Buses Made Him Want to Puke.
Then I sat watching the streets and houses go by. I still couldnt really accept any of it as actuality. It all had an almost dreamlike qualitylike coming in in the middle of a movie. Everybody else is all wrapped up in the story, but you cant even tell the good guys from the bad guys. Maybe thats the best way to put it.
The bus dropped me off at Seventy-eighth, and I saw the sickly green neon GREEN LODGE TRAILER COURT sign flickering down the block. I popped the seal on the pint and took a good belt. Then I walked on down to the entrance.
It was one of those just-twenty-minutes-from-Fort Lewis kind of places, with graveled streets sprinkled with chuckholes. Each trailer had its tired little patch of lawn surrounded by a chicken-wire fence to keep the kids out of the streets. Assorted broken-down old cars moldered on flat tires here and there. What few trees there were looked pretty discouraged.
It took me a while to find number seventeen. I stood outside for a few minutes, watching. I could see my brother putzing around insidethin, dark, moving jerkily. Jack had always been like thatnervous, fast with his hands. Hed always had a quick grin that hed turn on when he wanted something. His success with women was phenomenal. He moved from job to job, always landing on his feet, always trying to work a deal, never quite making it. If he hadnt been my brother, Id have called him a small-time hustler.
I stood outside long enough to get used to his face again. I wanted to get past that strangeness stage when you say all kinds of silly-ass things because most of your attention is concentrated on the other persons physical appearance. I think thats why reunions of any sort go sourpeople are so busy looking at each other that they cant think of anything to say.
Finally I went up and knocked.
Dan, he called, is that you? Come on in.
I opened the screen door and stepped inside.
Hey there, little brother, youre lookin pretty good, he said, grinning broadly at me. He was wearing a T-shirt, and I could see the tattoos on his arms. They had always bothered me, and I always tried not to look at them.