The Wayward Brother

In the Time of COVID. Day 80

June 6, 2020.

The Wayward Brother

He called himself the ‘Cherokee Shoe Doc’. He wasn’t Cherokee, he just wanted to be. If it wasn’t for him being “Born Again” he would have sworn on Burning Sage he was a big chief in a past life. I never asked mom if she was fooling around with a Cherokee when dad was working in Alaska. She would have slapped me. Hard. Dan, the Cherokee Shoe Doc was their first born, their darling child.

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Dan had a rough go of it as a kid, but those around him had it even worse. This isn’t a story about what a mean bastard he was. That was just a natural fact. For some, he still causes bad dreams even though he’s been dead for 30 years. This is about Dan 2.0 and how he became the Cherokee Shoe Doc.

Was a time judges used to tell juvenile delinquents they had two choices. Go straight to jail or join the service. Dan joined the Coast Guard. Later that year, it was Happy Birthday 18 year old. Wahoo, driving hell bent down a coast road in Oregon with a buddy and a local girl, then everything changed. He woke up nine months later.

Dan lived two lives. His bell was rung. He had a big dent in his head. It took him a year in rehab before he could talk and walk. Half blind, with a lifetime disability pension, confused and angry, he came out of the hospital and moved home. He took pills to hold off seizures. He grasped at the shadows and fragments of memories. He had little impulse control.

Home didn’t work out to well. He moved to pensioner’s quarters. He became a boot-black. Then, he went missing. Missing, a parent’s torment.

He worked his way east, walking a guy’s race horses, slept in the stalls, shined cowboy boots and landed in a cheap hotel in Hialeah, Florida. Lonely as a man can be. My wayward brother, was 23.

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Dan fired off a letter and then another and then another. Daily he harassed the front desk for his mail. He fired off letters every day.

It came on a Friday. Her name was Omega. she lived in Tyler, Texas. She was a 42 year old widow. She was “born again in the blood of Jesus, and any man in my life would have to walk the true and righteous path to glory.” Dan fired off a letter at once. First fish on the hook, he was all in. “Come out here to Florida darlin’. I’ll send the money. Just say you’ll be mine”.

The next letter took 2 weeks. The whole time waiting, he had the heebie-jeebies. “No, I won’t come out to Florida. I got family right here in Smith County. You want me in your life, you come to Texas.” Dan was on the next Trailways west.

She hadn’t written those letters. Omega couldn’t read or write. Her daughter Faye put her mom’s name on those letters. Omega had been married to a rattlesnake of a sharecropper. Anyone north of Lucifer himself, would be The Lilly of the Valley, The Rose of Sharon. He’d died and left the family adrift. Faye sought help.

They were an unlikely pair for sure. Dan was 23 years old , 6’5 and 320 pounds. Omega was 42 and skinny as a rail, illiterate, not much in the way of teeth and about 5’2. Her daughter was Dan’s age and already had a flock of kids. They lived in a tenement farm shack, east of town. Always had. Nothing fancy, everything they had was other’s leavings. The coming of Dan was Prince Galahad on a white steed.

Within a week, they were married at the Tyler Tabernacle Apostolic Church of the Pentecost. Dan put down the tobacco and he put down the booze and he welcomed Jesus and Omega with open arms.

Secure with a pension, he bought them a little house on Fannin Street. Omega had never had a refrigerator or washer / dryer or a TV or none of that. Dan had plenty of money and those kid’s of Faye’s got new school clothes when they needed and Dan put Faye through Nursing School. He taught Omega to read and write.

He converted the unused garage into a shine parlor . He got a big old plywood board and Painted “The Texas Shoe Doc” and then over time he switched it to “The Cherokee Shoe Doc #1 Spit Shine!” He told anyone who would listen he was from the Indian nations.

When he was 26 my folks got a letter to him through the Red Cross and at least we knew he was alive. His letters were so harsh on my folks, they stopped opening them. But they wrote “Dear Dan and Omega we love you” letters, every month or so.

The Greyhound dropped me at the town square. It was a green, squat town, hot and muggy with dozens of churches. I’d of had a beer or two in a bar but that’s a dry county. I walked up to a cab driver lazing in the shade. I described my brother. The cabbie cocked his head and with a rye smile said “ The Cherokee Shoe Doc your brother? Come on, I’ll take you”.

I walked up the pathway, knocked and there he was. Hadn’t seen him in a dozen years. I stayed the night, man, that was enough. Everything in his past that had gone sideways he laid on our folks. Omega was sheepish and let him rant. I hit the road for Dallas the next day. Adios wayward brother.

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6 thoughts on “The Wayward Brother

  1. You must continue this story. You have parts I’ve never heard before. I liked your banana boat passage and I see it now as an introduction to what I have just read . please develop this story. My life was impacted by Danny’s mess. I’m still retelling it to myself over and over and always with a different nuance . it began with birth. Not easy having a bully older brother to get around. So I hated him when he set me on fire with gasoline one snowy morning. I’ve transformed hate into forgiveness. I now see Danny as the least fortunate Cooper , the one who got hit the hardest with Misery. Poor Danny I now think instead of poor Ray. But that’s my story. Your story is how you and the family responded to him. I couldn’t help but insert my story here. Sorry. “Hialeah “. I wonder if you think there is a
    book in you about what happened to Cooper family? Tell me where are you taking your journal?

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    1. Ya, April and I had a talk about how I’d go at this story. I wrestled with it for a week. Everything I put down was angry and dark. Him trying to kill our sister. Dad nearly killing him. The writing could have been brutal. The wreck, The death of that girl, we kids being blown to the wind while mom and dad sat by his bedside those long months, the detailed hateful letters. Man you are right, this could be a novel. Even the hotel in Hialeah would be a novel, This go at it I tried to find some compassion, not so much in him but about him. What a miserable son of a bitch. Omega and Faye and the kids did get something out of it all, about 20 years of economic security

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  2. The search for compassion shows in the writing , Stan. And its the only way to go with this story. Nobody would likely keep reading an angry telling. The facts are horrific and need to be obliquely angled. Yet not omitted. I will now suggest that all our family foibles get the light of day. My miserable descent into alcoholism. Your own AA victory and the leg up it gave you and later me. There is Jace. This is a hard assed tale. Keep a compassionate approach and don’t use the details as “war stories”. Feature mom and all the many wives as the gems that stayed with us. Without a steadying female component there is no possible happy ending to a rough story like this. So, its your story to do what you want. My final thought is ” Val Deming’s for VP 2020 and Prez 2024″

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  3. I apologize for saying its entertaining but it is. Its so overthetop that it suggests fiction. But I know its not. I too challenge you to write the book. Never been easier to publish. Main thing is get the words down on paper. Your wealth of worldly experience will just make it all the more believable.
    and Thanks.
    wm V.

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