An interesting little read from Author Ted Atoka. Happy 4th of July to all my readers.
Four private investigators sit in folding chairs strategically placed on the lawn in front of the Hatch Memorial. Nelson Ouellette, Whitey to his friends, and his inamorata Nadine Butler, position themselves to the right of their ground tarp. Whitey’s niece “Frenchy” and her live-in partner, Ray Marino, sit to their left.
Nadine and Frenchy had prepared thinly sliced cucumber and chicken sandwiches, assorted pickles, fresh humus, and a huge sack of pita chips. A thermal jug of iced coffee held down one corner of the tarp, and another jug of iced tea held down the other.
Whitey swung his head around, “You know, a friend of mine, a long time ago, never missed one of these Fourth of July concerts. He lived near here, on St. Stephens street. Arthur Fiedler was the maestro then. Anyway, his name was Ted Atoka. He and I met once a month with a few…
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