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...terse, bright fable with all the Morris trademarks-the oblique wit, the offhand revelation, the unfailing eye for what Wallace Stevens called "the real that wrenches, the quick that's wry." Stubbornly out of touch with this or any other time, living in exile in a California trailer court, Floyd has got up to the age of 82 on a diet of hard-fried eggs and potatoes, not to mention sheer spite against the couple (still in their 60s and owning three cats) who are waiting for him to die so they can move into his trailer. Floyd...
...though he may sometimes look like a picturesque cowhand from a TV serial and sometimes (with that yellow helmet) like a bug, is really a stupid, selfish, kindly old man. When a telegram announces the death of Aunt Viola in Nebraska, old man and boy take off in the trailer, precariously hitched to an ancient Maxwell. On their way to the home place by the Platte River, they pick up two oligosyllabic polycopulative young people named Stanley and Joy, and a dubious battle sets in between the hippies and old Uncle Floyd for the soul...
...most distinctive success was in winning the loyalty and much of the business of Boston area students. It first drew youthful attention in 1967 by setting up a branch in Harvard Square that was the absolute opposite of the banking establishment's marble mausoleums: a crowded trailer in the forecourt of a garage. Recently, the branch moved into the cinder-block garage, which was remodeled and painted a psychedelic red, white and blue on the outside and yellow, lime and white inside. The bank's interest in students goes deeper than a fresh coat of paint. Since...
Trevino and his wife moved into a small trailer on a farm four miles from the course in 1966. "Lee used to jog to work to keep his legs in shape," recalls Don Whittington, then a co-owner of Horizon City. "Even in those days, he had very definite ambitions to become a great golfer." Trevino played the gusty desert course with Spartan regularity. When winds of up to 60 m.p.h. kicked up the sand, he donned scuba-diver goggles and kept swinging. Impressed by his determination, Whittington and his partner paid Trevino's plane fare...
...what he means, Mel slips into shower clogs and takes us on a tour of his camp, mercifully letting us keep our pants on. The layout of the place hints of its past grandeur: 16 rustic cabins idling on a hillside, and down on the flat, dozens of vacant trailer slips where you can almost envision happy, laughing naked people swarming around gaily decorated mobile homes. But now, Mel says, the remaining members are mostly middle-aged and elderly couples who come out only on the warm weekends. The grandiose pool is empty, tennis and volleyball courts are unused, nets...