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...heaps, and for the past few weeks has been salvaging wooden beams from his neighbor's yard. He is building a sculpture in his kitchen. He calls it "lobster pot" and it is destined for a spot in the OCS-OCL, library, Lobster Pot is a nexus of three pier-like beams jutting up from the floor and plastered with wooden slats that look like misbegotten orange crates. Lobster Pot is ugly, but Fisher's visitor doesn't know...
...hard time. Finally, a compromise is reached. Reynolds will organize, coach and star on a team of inmates who are supposed to give the guards a tune-up game. Naturally, he recruits every psychopath in the slammer for his squad. Naturally, the game itself turns out to be more pier brawl than football-cruel but perhaps funnier than nice people like to admit. Naturally, when it looks as if the prisoners will win, Reynolds is asked to-and almost does-throw the game. Finally, he turns around and wins it when he realizes what a victory will...
...life. Looking like the classic student dropout, he hangs listlessly around street corners, sometimes in a marijuana haze, or drifts from one low-level job to another. Sometimes he plays at war; in Los Angeles vets often gather at the burned-out remains of an amusement park at Venice pier to stage mock battles, often using shields fashioned from turtle shells. In severe cases, a vet may brood for days and then begin to experience violent "flashbacks" to his war experiences. One vet in Casper, Wyo., who had accidentally napalmed a Vietnamese orphanage, still reconstructs in his head the writhing...
...office and only with his express permission. Even his cruises down the Potomac on the Sequoia are more secluded than ever. The Navy cannot seal off the entire river, but it has constructed an 8-ft. fence across the entrance to the dock and down an adjoining pier; now no one can see the President get on or off his boat...
...midsummer mists, the place even looked something of a mirage: shimmering on Saturday evenings with wealth and youth and beauty, and so heavy, up close, with the heat and sweat of life; dream and disillusionment ineffably caught in that blinking crystal of green at the end of Daisy's pier...