- Steele Drivin' Man 15/?
Date: Thursday, June 27, 2002
- Anne Rose <LCHAnne@hotmail.com>
Fred's feeling pretty productive these days! A little venture
into the art
world is more work then he anticipated, though.
Thanks again to Lauryn for sharp-eyed editing (and videotape
Nancy, please archive.
Steele Drivin' Man 15/?
DATE: November 4, 1983
MAINTENANCE: Car wash and detailing
This was one of those weeks when I would have been better off
with Grandpa's old red farm truck then the limo.
I mean, have you ever tried to fit a five-foot painting into
especially when you're in a hurry? I got a lot of practice with
But I'll get to that in a minute. It would have been nice to
have something smaller then the limo when I went on an errand
Tuesday afternoon. On the
way back from lunch Mr. Steele made a few phone calls and then
handed me an address and a big wad of bills. He said to go see
someone named Snuffy who
would give me some stuff Mr. Steele needed. I dropped him off
at the office and ran my errand. I'm glad I was going to this
part of town in the
daylight. This short grubby guy gave me a duffel bag of stuff,
looked me over real carefully and counted the cash. The bag wasn't
but it sure did clank a lot. I got out of that neighborhood fast.
Miss Holt didn't know what we had been up to.
She found out later, anyway. I picked them up really late and
they were in
their working clothes, as Mr. Steele calls them, so I knew some
business was on the schedule. I took them to an address he gave
me, but I
could hardly find a place to pull over, traffic was so heavy.
I got to the curb and they got out with the bag I had picked
Mr. Steele told me to come back in twenty minutes, and to "try
inconspicuous". I hope he thought he was being funny, because
laughing. Here we were on a major street with heavy traffic,
and two people dressed in black getting out of an enormous car
with custom plates, and he
wants me to just blend in? I held my tongue, but I felt like
that while I waited I was going to put up the hood and install
that new horn I got that plays "Dixie".
But I made a big circle around a few blocks and was back in exactly
minutes. Traffic had lightened up a bit, and good thing, too
Steele and Miss Holt came out of there at a run, with three of
the most gawd awful paintings, if you can call them that, in
their hands. Mr. Steele hollered for me to open the trunk, and
they obviously thought we were going to take those paintings
with us. He tried to put the big square one in the
trunk, but I could tell by looking at it there was no way it
would fit. I
took the smaller one from him and set it in. He looked over to
Holt was trying to shove the long one into the back seat, and
I thought he
was going to have a stroke. He kept telling her to be careful,
were too valuable to mishandle. Well, I know Mr. Steele knows
but I couldn't believe that he would think these are valuable.
like stuff my brother's kids brought home from preschool to put
I took the long painting from Miss Holt and asked her to get
backseat. I angled the painting from the passenger side of the
behind my seat, and she scrunched down under it. Mr. Steele was
around on the sidewalk and kept looking over his shoulder. I
took the big
painting from him and he got in quick. He put it over his head
and balanced it on the long one. I bet his arms were tired by
the time we got to
Rossmore. He took a few long, deep breaths like he was trying
himself down. But Miss Holt, buried under the paintings, was
she'd just tied one on. She was having a time under there. Something
really set her off, because Mr. Steele kept telling her to calm
down, and to keep her hands to herself.
She got serious for a couple of minutes while we did the whole
reverse so they could get out of the car. Before they went in
called a Rick somebody and told him to hurry over.
The next morning Miss Holt asked me to stop at Rossmore and pick
paintings again. Now that I wasn't hurrying so much Mr. Steele
and I got
them in safely. But now I could see why Mr. Steele had been so
night before - these paintings inside the frames were incredibly
He made sure they were all secure, and told me for his own personal
comfort he'd rather call a cab.
In the afternoon I brought Mr. Steele and our spineless client
to a major
piece of real estate in Bel Air. Mr. Steele seemed pretty calm
Walker looked like he'd rather be in a snake pit then go to this
shindig. I was sitting in the car flipping through my Street
Rod magazine when I saw
Miss Holt pull up. She was moving pretty fast, because she didn't
even hear me call out to her. She disappeared around a hedge
at a run. About ten
minutes later the three of them were back again, and I took Mr.
Mr. Walker back to the office. Mr. Steele's mood had definitely
changed for the worse.
The next afternoon the limo did its work truck imitation one
more time, but now I was getting good at loading the paintings.
Hey, practice makes
perfect. I haven't seen them since - I wonder what happened to
- To Be Continued---
- To Part 16