I've been reading an interesting book this week called Fake. It's quite the page-turner about a lawyer from...drum-roll please...Sacramento who sets aside his legal career (sort of) in favor of selling art on ebay. It speaks volumes about ebay, morality and well, lawyers...
But I'm not done reading yet...so far so good though.
I mentioned this book in a discussion with someone at work and somehow the discussion turned from this book, art and ebay to an urban legend of sorts...Nazi Bob. My recollections of the "legend" of Nazi Bob in the mid-late 80's in Sacramento are entangled with my foggy memories of many a summer evening spent drinking cheap beer and even cheaper wine (that Night Train is a mean wine) at the infamous 8th hole. All I remember were oft-repeated stories of him coming down to the small sandy area along the American River just off the Campus Commons golf course, where dozens of misguided youth used to gather on any given summer night, and (allegedly) terrorizing people. Oh, to be young and hopelessly intoxicated again...
While we're on the topic of urban legends, what the hell is this? All this time I thought he was under Giants stadium.
Bon voyage,
Brian
Sunday, May 21, 2006
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I remember the legend of Nazi Bob well. At one point he was supposed to have been "kicked out" of Sacramento County by the sheriff himself (yeah, right), and we heard he'd moved on to Reno. The last thing I heard was that he'd cleaned up his act, put an end to his Nazi ways, started dressing more dapper, and changed his name to "SNazi Bob" (which sounds like a cheap solution to a tattoo problem). Thus ended the legend. A Nazi is a legend, but Snazi is just an amusing anecdote.
I also spent many nights at that, um, "beach" along the American River.
Glad you're enjoying the book. Let me know what you think when you're done.
Snazi...nice touch.
Finished the book last night...a great read. You definitely have that storytelling "knack" that keeps the pages turning. It's always great to have that connection to all the familiar locales...Ye Old Sticky Wicket of all places! I won't ruin it for anoyone who might read this (all 4 of them), I'll just say that you are amazingly resilient. I'd enthusiastically recommend it to anyone.
What's next? More writing?
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