Shotgun in a Shoe Box

Old Town, Albuquerque, NM

A week ago in Albuquerque

This is the sort of tale you need your Jesus-in-a-box for. The weird thing is, I only connected the two events below the other day, and this was decades later.

I was a junior at Massapequa High School on Long Island. For this Air Force brat from Texas, going from dust storms and football to New York in any form was quite a shock. Everyone in Abilene was named Jim Bob or Betty Sue. There was a single Jewish family in town who owned a shoe store. At Massapequa High, the student body was one third Italian, one third Jewish, the other third Irish and assorted, and they were always getting into fights. Not a black face in the bunch, you may be sure.

One of the first things I learned about was the murder in the shower room in the boys’ gym. This would have been a couple of years before I showed up. As I recall, one kid had blown away another with a shotgun. That’s the only detail I remember. This was years ago, you realize, when such behavior was unheard of.

Massapequa must have been ahead of its time. There were junior high school girls shooting up heroin on the school bus—Time or Newsweek had an article about it once—all this in a heavily-developed, upscale place. It probably wasn’t just like I remember, but the high school did offer four years of German, French, Italian, Spanish, Russian, and Chinese, and that was almost as interesting as my girlfriend.

Anyway, that’s it for the murder. No punchline yet. It was just a ghoulish thing that people used to point out—”See? The guy was standing over there!”—and just as quickly, I forgot. At least I think I did. Then one afternoon the following year as I was leaving my Latin class, a guy I barely knew called me over to his locker:

“Hey, I got something to show ya!”

I crossed the busy, noisy hallway. “Yeah?”

He twisted his head this way and that, as if looking for someone, and then opened the door. Inside was a good-sized plain brown shoe box, which he removed. Motioning me closer, he held it open behind the door so that only I could see: inside was an assortment of firearm parts even my teenaged self recognized as a disassembled sawed-off shotgun!

“Wow!” I didn’t know what else to say, and something told me not to ask just where he’d gotten it. I probably said “wow” again, and I was nervous.

“Wanna buy it?” he asked.

“Uh, no thanks…”

He closed the box and shut his locker. The bell rang for the next class.

“Okay, see ya,” and off he went.

I never saw him again. Never told another soul about it, either, certainly not a teacher or my parents. I also don’t remember connecting the story of the murder in the shower room with the sawed-off shotgun in the shoe box. I wasn’t stupid, though, and must have wondered. Still, a lot of Massapequa shot right by me, just like New York City and Long Island did, and there was plenty of melodrama in my own life to bury all the rest. A few months later I was a freshman at S.M.U. in Dallas. JFK showed up (regrettably), the Beatles happened, the following fall I ended up in Austin, and the world got weird.

No wonder I forgot about the murder and the shotgun. But why have I remembered now?

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

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