Donkeyland, Minnesota (Part Five - Ace, Or the Big Bopper)

ACEwater, and so forth. They even got to breaking into
(or, The Big Bopper)trains down by the steel company, in back of Roger's
((Part five) (concerning Ace or the Big Bopper, and thefather's apartment, breaking the Federal seals, off the
boys, summer of, 1958-68)cars, and taking a weekend supply of beer, finding a
Jerry Bird was a large man of pert-near, six foot sixhole to drink it in, and that was the weekend.
inches tall, with a drooping mouth, no teeth, broadJerry Bird liked women, like everyone else in the
shoulders, weighted perhaps two-hundred and twentyneighborhood (if there was anyone to the contrary, no
pounds. He always wore wrinkled cloths-so itone knew about it), but seldom found a lasting
appeared dirty waistcoats, hidden in his pocketsrelationship, he was not the most handsome guy in
sticking out were cheap cigars when he moved abouttown, and had reached the age of thirty. He imagined
they showed-known as stogies. His false teeth wereone of the neighborhood girls to have fallen in love with
seldom around when he needed them, he'd forgethim, in which she didn't, but it renewed the youth in him.
them, have Roger Landsmen drive him home, pickMary Aldrich most sensualist, she enjoyed talking to
them up, so he could eat, although his gums were asmen, and was not all that honorable with keeping a
hard as nails: he had irregular eyes also, somethingrelationship, and for a season for hours at a time, she
strange about his eyes. The lids of the eyes twitched,lingered about at parties and at those two local bars,
more often than not, perhaps too often; it would close,playing up to Dan Wright, and-you got it, Big Bopper.
tightly down and snap back up as if mechanical; it wasThe saloon keeper was a short, broad-shouldered
exactly as though the lid of the eye were sunkenItalian with peculiarities, and would slip you Mickey into
headlights, window shades.your drink (LSD or something of that nature) if you got
Ace, had a liking for the boys, I mean, hanging aroundtoo mouthy. That flaming kind of sense of humor got
with the boys, he was ten-year Chick Evens' senior.him shot one evening, when he opened up the
Actually, he was everyone's in the neighborhoodbackdoor to sell a six-pack of beer.
senior. It began when Chick had become one of theIn any case, Mary was playing one against the other,
boys, and started his drinking, I can't put an exact dateshe liked men fighting over her, and as I said, sensualist
on it, but it was around 1960, when Chick started hisshe was, but plain looking. As they (Mary, Ace, Dan
light drinking, and Ace, Big Bopper, was buying boozeand David Rye) stood outside an apartment having a
for the boys, and getting drunk with them: at whichparty with several other guys and girls, arguing and
time, Jerry was an acquaintance with most of the selffighting over Mary-David trying to calm the situation
ruled gang, but it was simply a matter of time, in thedown-rubbing his hands together from the cool fall air.
making, before he'd be one of them. He was, for theDan grew more and more excited it was as though
most part, short witted, that is to say, slow minded, orhis mind had been dipped in blood that had dried and
slightly backward. A good ole boy though. Often at upwashed out, he wanted more, and it was called
at Rice School, when the boys were drinking, behind it,revenge for being pushed aside by David Rye, and
he'd dance and sing "Twenty-four black birds...baked inMary for telling him to go his own way, and it was Ace
a pie," and he'd dramatize it, and it was a hoot.he was mad at. Dan was a small plumb man, often
In the late afternoons, Roger Landsmen, or Dougcalled "Crazy Dan," and thus Crazy Dan, went home,
Swords, would drive Ace to the liquor store on Riceand pulled out of his father's closet, a shot gun, ran
Street; Cayuga Street was off of Jackson, a mainback to the party, and aimed it at Ace.
street in St. Paul, across from the Oakland Cemetery.As David Rye stood by looking at the red faced Dan
And Rice Street was parallel, but on the other side ofWright, as Dan tried to talk to his woman Mary Aldrich,
the cemetery. Roger, lived across the street fromwho really was not his woman, she wasn't anybody's
Evens, and his brother Ronny was the same age aswoman, and she sat looking out the apartment
Evens, Roger being three years older than his brother.window, frightened. And the shotgun went off, but it
In any case, the owner of the liquor store got to knowwasn't Ace who got shot, it was David Rye.
Ace pretty well in those days, and when the boozeThe police appeared immediately after the death of
was gone the boys went to the two corner bars offDavid, and Dan who had disappeared, was captured
Jackson and Sycamore, saloons some of the boysby the Highway Patrolman, four hours later, hitching to
would spend their whole lives in. And when the placeWisconsin. His lawyer somehow convinced the jury, or
closed up at 1:00 p.m., Ace would slip in at thejudge the intent to kill wasn't there, he was so
backdoor of the saloon and buy a number ofconvincing, so much so, that Dan got only four-years in
six-packs for the boys, of course with their money,prison. It seemed to the neighborhood boys, if you had
Ace seldom had money, but he had the assets to buyyour eyes open, you got life in prison for killing, and if
it, and so he was always welcome to come along andyou closed them you got a much lighter sentence.
drink it, and he surely did drink his share of drinking.There of course is reason for that: a blackout, an
Ace, and a few of the other boys, began drinking wineaccident of the finger. The reason does not justify the
and at times combinations, with sloe gin and sodaact, but in fact, it matters in the long run-amusing, eh?