- Steele Drivin' Man 6/?
Date: Monday, November 20, 2000
- Anne Rose <LCHAnne@hotmail.com>
Steele Drivin' Man 6/?
September 28, 1982
Oil change, pair of new tires (rear)
I think this must have been the worst day of Miss Holt's life.
Make that, a couple of days.
Last night we pulled up to her house and she and Mr. Steele got
out. They had a pretty nice time together, I could tell. The
champagne was out and sometimes it got really quiet back there,
until the phone rang. I was sent on my way - it didn't take me
long to learn that two pats on the limo roof means, "go
away, Fred". It was really late, and I was tired, so I pulled
out and headed home, but a couple of blocks away I got stuck
at the railroad crossing by a long freight train. I sat and waited,
checking my mirrors, when all of a sudden a flash in the sky
caught my eye, and then a rumble shook the car.
Call it what you want, but I had a gut feeling something was
very wrong at Miss Holt's. No one was behind me so I swung the
beast around in a big Y turn and headed back.
When I got to her house I couldn't believe what I saw. There
was nothing there but a flaming pile of wood and shingles. There
were bits of house all over the neighborhood. I parked around
the corner from the disaster area, and a few seconds later the
fire trucks rolled up.
I found Miss Holt and Mr. Steele down the sidewalk watching the
house. They both looked terrible - smoky and dirty. Mr. Steele
looked like he'd been scared out of his skin, but Miss Holt looked
like she was in shock. I asked her if they were all right, but
she just stared at the house like she didn't even hear me.
It took quite a while to put out the fire, and the fire marshal
had all kinds of questions for Miss Holt. After the fire trucks
left, Mr. Steele tried to convince Miss Holt that he should find
her a hotel room. She wouldn't budge, though, so I finally suggested
that we camp out in the limo. It wasn't very comfortable, but
I didn't have any other ideas. I'm going to have to get the upholstery
As soon as it was light we looked over the damage, and if it
could've looked worse, it did. The fire marshal came around again,
and the gas company. I was walking to the corner to buy a paper
when I heard Mr. Steele calling me, loud. I saw Miss Holt on
the run to her car, and he was heading for the limo, looking
for me. We took off after her, but she had too much of a head
start and by the time I got turned around I'd lost her.
In the afternoon me and Mr. Steele were driving around while
he made a bunch of calls with the phone book on his lap. I'm
not sure what happened at the restaurant we stopped at, because
he wasn't there long enough to eat. Looked like he'd got into
a tussle with somebody. Anyway, finally he told me to head over
to Abell's Pianos. Well, I know we've been to some strange places
during work hours but this one really had me confused. Mr. Steele
told me to come inside with him, so I stood around while he asked
the salesman a million questions. They walked all over the showroom
looking at pianos. This went on for quite a while and to tell
you the truth I was getting pretty bored, so I sat down at one
of the little uprights in the front window and started to goof
around. I heard Mr. Steele stop in mid sentence and race over
to where I was playing. He practically dragged me off the bench
and pulled me over to this magnificent grand, must have been
a 5'8". He told me to play a little something, which I was
happy to do.
After a couple of minutes he told the salesman he'd take it,
and thanked me for making his life simpler. Well, I have no idea
what he was talking about. He and the salesman took care of the
paperwork, and we were out of there. Call me confused.
After work we were driving around the light-industrial area near
Skid Row and Mr. Steele had me stop in front of this rundown
warehouse building. There were lights on upstairs, and Mr. Steele
got out. He looked up at the windows for a long time, and then
I really thought he'd lost his senses. He told me to go on home,
that he would walk. Well I know these two are big on taking chances,
but since I would like to keep my job, and I can't if something
happens to them, I stayed about a block behind Mr. Steele until
I saw him go into his building.
I wonder who in their right mind would live in a warehouse district.
To be continued...
- To Part 7