Den of the Beastly Bear
Hi Folks!
Back when I was in High school, and right after...I worked at Gell's Sporting Goods behind the Pontiac Mall(Summit Place for those of you under 30).
I worked in the hunting/fishing/firearms/archery areas mainly. It was a great job and I worked with some great people...and a couple of nuts! :-)
One of the things that kept the job interesting was the fact that Clinton Valley Psychiatric Hospital was within walking distance. Clinton Valley had both maximum and minimum security areas...and sometimes patients would just wander off, and into our store.
Some were easy to spot: pajamas, bathrobe and slippers. Others were a little more difficult.
One late August afternoon a customer came in.
He was a tall, blonde haired and blue eyed attractive man in his late twenties/early thirties. He wore his wavy hair a little long over a cotton plaid shirt and blue jeans. Dark aviator sunglasses, covered those cobalt blue eyes as he walked in. Cowboy boots and a leather bomber jacket topped off his ensemble.
He walked up to the counter, brushed his coat back sticking his hands in his back pockets...striking a pose his weight on one foot, the other leg slightly forward.
"Welcome to Gell's sir, may I help you?" I asked from behind the gun counter.
With a dramatic flair he reached up, ala Horatio Caine and whipped off his aviators...
"Yes, I'm looking for your archery dept."
"If you'll follow me sir I'll be happy to show you..."
I came out from behind the counter and walked him over to archery, where I took up position behind the counter there.
"What exactly are you looking for today?" I asked.
"Well I just got back from a trip to Alaska, and I'm thinking of taking up Bow hunting." He explained.
It was not uncommon around this time to have guys come in that had spent time in Alaska, as the Alaskan Pipeline had just been completed a few years previously and there were still guys coming back with cash in their pockets, looking for ways to spend it!
I showed him whole setups...bows, arrows, broadheads, the works!!! While we didn't work on commission, there was a certain pride in making a big sale, and I had visions of making a killing on this guy.
"You ever been to Alaska?" He asked me.
"No sir, not yet but I sure do want to!"
He got a thoughtful look on his face, looked left and right to see if anyone was close, leaned in and said.
"Do you like peanut brittle?"
Not seeing where he was going I answered.
"Ummm, yeah I guess so..."
"You know how it's made right?"
"I think so..."
"I did too..." He said conspiratorially "then I went to Alaska and found out the truth!"
"And what's that?" I asked seeing my big sale slipping away.
"Well," he started, again checking to see no one else could overhear.
"I was in a camp MILES from any town. Everyone had gone to bed, and about 2-3 in the morning I suddenly woke up. Everyone else was still asleep, but I could swear I could hear music playing."
I nodded to show I was listening.
"So I went to see if someone had left a radio on or something. When I walked out of the tent, I could tell the music was coming from the woods. I didn't want to wake anybody up, and it was a warm night so I went to investigate in just my underwear. I crept through the woods as quiet as I could, and as I went deeper I could see light up ahead. Now I was really confused...there shouldn't have been anyone out there, let alone playing music! Right?"
"Unh huh..." What else do you say?
"So as I get closer, I can tell it's a bonefire. Now I got no idea what I'm walking into so I sneak closer and see a clearing in the woods. And do you know what I saw in that clearing???"
"What?"
"Elves!" He said matter of factly. "And do you know what they were doing?!?"
I shook my head "no".
"Making peanut brittle!!! There were four elves playing the music I that had drawn me there! There were 3 big cast iron cauldrons and they were dancing and laughing around them stirring as they did! There were some other elves with little brass hammers breaking up the peanut brittle as it cooled. Then they loaded it into a wagon pulled by a moose!"
"Well that's something you don't see everyday!" I said,
no longer seeing ANY hope of this sale materializing!
"I know," he said "well I got out of there right quick let me tell you!!! I didn't know what they'd do to me if they found out I knew the truth!!! You know, when I told the rest of the guys none of them believed me...
You believe me though, right?!?"
"Well you saw it with your own eyes right?"
"I did!" He said now confident I was on his side.
"You live around here?" I asked.
"Yeah, I live over at the hospital right now...because those guys I was with, they all think I'm nuts! But I know the truth now! I don't know why the elves are keeping it a secret they make peanut brittle...but I know what I saw!"
"Ahhhhhh, maybe the elves were making the peanut brittle for Santa?" I offered.
"Well now you're just being silly, there ain't no Santy Claus!"
The rest of the time he was in, he acted normal as can be...
I didn't see him again until that next spring.
When next he came in, there was no pretense of normalcy.
He had on a red children's cowboy hat, with the string to hold it on his head. A red western style shirt, under a kids black western vest with a plastic silver sheriff's star on the left breast. Jeans with a huge belt buckle on the belt, and white fur chaps! I shit you not!!! WHITE FUR CHAPS!!! And spurs on his cowboy boots!!!
Think Steve Martin in "Parenthood"!
He kept talking to his "Deputy" that evidently only he could see...
He kept talking to his "Deputy" that evidently only he could see...
He wandered the store, just browsing. When he saw me he gave the brim of his hat a touch, and gave me a nod of recognition but didn't stop to talk.
As he was leaving one of the other salesmen came up to me, as we watched him walk out the door he said "You get a load of Tex there?"
"Yeah," I said "I've waited on him before...escapee from Clinton Valley"
"Who was he talking too?"
"His deputy 'Co-Tex'..." I said "Hey......You like peanut brittle?"
Be Well Folks!
Beastly Bear
