THE SECOND TIME I MET LEE
VAN CLEEF
He was my first boss in high
school. I went to his house to do landscaping on the set of his spaghetti
western. I became Clint Eastwood shoveling beauty bark all about the
rhododendrons. I got tense and ready to draw every time he reappeared to check
on my work. The second time he appeared in my life was in Reno Town, on a
dead-end street at dawn. Even though the sun was up, no one else was around. I
was pulled along like someone in science fiction when a voice called from a broken
doorway. If I would just stay there, he’d be right back. He had the designs for
a machine that could turn water into gasoline. I could have it, just wait,
don’t move. “It’s all legitimate,” he mumbled. It was only last week he made a
deal with Lee Van Cleef. 
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