"Aren't you afraid of getting caught in all these lies?" I asked.
Our conversations veered in every direction. Sheila and I shared with Jeri the details of our experience the day before at the trailer court up the road. While waiting for a load of laundry to dry at the Evergreen Laundromat, Sheila had suggested we visit Janet and see their litter of puppies.
"Wow! You ARE an artist. This looks professionally done," Sheila bragged. We laughed giddily as she drove across the parking lot, across the highway, and down School Road to Sheila's red trailer.
It's pitch dark and no one can see us; let's go."
Mac guffawed and sputtered. "Sonny told us on base today about the sign with his name on it.
John hee-hawed, hacked and coughed. "Bob said, 'That was a lousy damn thing to do to Boyd and if I find out who hung that sign, I'll help Sonny kick their asses."
Mac cackled and hacked. "And Jawn here said, 'Start kicking ass, man, 'cause me and Mac did it.'
Dumb ass here admitted to it."
John snorted. "Yeah, but he called me a damned liar and stomped ahead of us cussing. He doesn't believe us."
The next morning Bob stormed up the road ahead of Mac and John headed toward the highway to hitch a ride to post. He glared at them.
"Hey, Bob, we did it!" They taunted him.
"Yeah, sure! Screw you!" he shouted over his shoulder.
A week passed and the buzz on base was that Sonny was bragging that tourists arriving at the end of the Alcan highway spied his sign: Boyd's Litter Box. They pulled into the trailer court and asked about puppies for sale. Sonny loved the sign, said he might be able to get rid of all the pups because of it.
Weeks later, with the mutts all sold for probably five bucks a piece, Sonny climbed that telephone pole in broad daylight and removed Geri's sign. The next day on their way home Sonny told Mac and John he like the damned thing so much he had nailed it to the paneling at the head of his and Janet's bed.
Transient soldiers were forever coming and going, moving into and out of the four trailer courts around town with their families. When Sonny and Janet headed home to Ohio, Jeri's sign sold right along with their trailer and its contents.
I was tempted to give the next family a heads up about the headboard, but sometimes it's best to just let sleeping dogs lie.
Those were the days...