TOMLINSON FACTORY
Jennie Hayes was the only person
I knew there. She was the girl behind
the counter when you first walked in.
Thomas Karr was her immediate boss,
but he was something of an idiot. Harry
Keuhn, from the boat factory, was her
boyfriend. They were often seen outside
of the factory. She was quite the catch.
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The boat factory I mentioned, it wasn't
really that at all. We just called it by
that name - it sold parts and repairs
for boats and other marine equipment.
Harry was one of the mechanics there,
quite adept at all that stuff. Where
Jennie worked - by the way - they
processed commercial insurance and
claims. So, you can see, neither was
that a factory. We just called it that.
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Funny, as it goes - people making up
stuff and tossing ideas around that
bear little resemblance to what really
is. Down the road from the Peanut
Bar. Now THAT was the actual name:
It was a nasty dump of a tavern where
many had gotten their head cracked.
Fights and drunken brawls. Motorcycle
assholes and their girls. E&B Marine
was somewhere down that road, off
behind the tavern, where the road
dipped down.
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You'd not find much there. No town.
In fact, if this place was anywhere, it
a riverside crud - some nasty face of
the Raritan flowed by there. Harry never
cared, and I never saw him do much
anyway. Certainly not boating. Jennie,
on the other hand, I could imagine -
her sunning on the deck of a sunlight
watercraft would be a juicy sight.
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Life has passed us all by. I think. The
Peanut Bar is long, long gone. It's
something else now; some other
memory just waiting to happen for
someone else, I suppose. Harry's
long moved on, and Jennie, his
supposed love for life, is gone
as well.
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