"What in the
hell is Dada?" Don said.
So I started to
tell them all about the Dadaist movement in France when they took a French
dictionary and stuck a knife into it to find a name for the movement. The three
of them started to lose interest just when I was getting into my explanation so
I gave up, thinking that's what comes from reading the Boston papers too
We were really
stuck and we all sat there looking out the window at the bay. A big,
dirty-looking boat was mooring out in front and we looked at that for a while
and then we all had the idea at the same time.
Herbie," Bert said.
The guy in the
boat was Herbie Lovell, the only lobsterman in Barnstable Harbor. He would take
our garbage over to the mainland to dump before he went out lobstering in the
morning and you could hear him out back at five o'clock. There would be a crash
of metal and glass and then silence and Herbie would stand there and look at
those pails full of gin bottles and empty beer cans and he'd mumble, "My
God doesn't anybody around here eat?"
We watched Herbie
climb out of the lobster boat and into his dory and then he started to row for
the dock. He used those little short strokes that looked like you could row
around the world with them and not get tired. He moored the dory and started up
the dock in his yellow slicker pants. Bert was waiting for him and they both
came in and Herbie sat down.
"How about a
little drink, Herb," Bert said and Herbie said, "Don't mind."
And then we
waited. If you want to ask Herbie anything it takes time. You don't just go at
it and ask him because there is a whole protocol that you have to go through
before you can get to a direct question.
ice, Herbie?" Bert said.
the ice," Herbie said.