Act
II – Episode 5 -
Visiting
Mr. Kirkman and the Nation in the Mayor's Mail
The Flanders Hotel in Ocean City, with the Copper Kettle Fudge shop bottom left.
Flashback #2 - To the May Day When the Hell's Angels Came to Town -
The Flanders Hotel in Ocean City, with the Copper Kettle Fudge shop bottom left.
Flashback #2 - To the May Day When the Hell's Angels Came to Town -
Just back from Florida, Bay
Shores manager Jack Murray drove over the causeway to Ocean City to
see Mr. Kirkman at his penthouse apartment atop the Flander’s
Hotel. Parking on 11th
street Murray walked in the back door and stuck his head in the
barber shop to pay his respect to his old friend the barber, and let
him know he was back in town. He then walked into the lobby and took
one of the elevators to the top floor and walked down a long hall,
and made a right and walked to the end of the corridor to the single
door and knocked.
A
young girl in a black French maid’s outfit answered and let him in
and escorted him back to the living room, that had wrap around
windows with spectacular panoramic views of the Flander’s pools,
the boardwalk, beach and ocean horizon.
“That
you Murray,” Kirkman said, and Murray was a bit startled to turn
around and see Mr. Kirkman sitting on a commode in a bathroom with
its door open. A proclivity shared with other contemporaries with
enormous power – President Johnson and Gen. LeMay, Kirkman seemed
to enjoyed making decisions and barking orders while relieving
himself on his ivory seat, gold handle toilet, that was next to a low
picture window that gave a view of the Copper Kettle Fudge shop
across the street and the pavilion across the boardwalk.
“I
know why you’re here,” Kirkman said, “and I don’t want to
have anything to do with Harry Anglemeyer,” as he looked out the
commode window at his former next door neighbor's fudge shop and
apartment.
“You
know the legal status of his case,” Murray said emphatically.
“The
status of his case is – a previously convicted con man currently
serving time for preying on rich homosexuals and blackmailing them
has confessed to targeting Anglemyer, killing him and taking his ring
– and he will soon be entering a guilty plea in court. It’s all
covered.”
“You
mean covered up,” Murray said.
“My
police sources in Florida tell me that the ring was pawned in Fort
Lauderdale by one of my boys, a bouncer from the Dunes, and I
understand that there’s another witness too.
“I
know all that,” Kirkman said. “The witness had previously applied
for a job as an Ocean City fireman and Mr. Stretch has hired him, so
he’s now working for Mr. Stretch.
“Well
my man is holed up in Florida and is afraid to come back to work if
he’s going to be questioned about this, “Murray said.
“He
won’t be questioned. You can tell him it’s safe to come back,”
Kirkman reassured him, dismissing Murray with a wave of his hand.
As
he was leaving through the door, Kirkman added, “And don’t come
back to see me about this again. Mr. Stretch is handling this
problem, go see him and keep me out of it.”
Around
the same time Jack Murray left Kirkman’s apartment, Mayor Waldman
was leaving the Lincoln Hotel where he had just given a short speech
on the status of the town to the daily luncheon meeting of the
Riverboat Club. The increases in the summer tourist business has been
good for everybody, the tax rolls are fine and there will be no
increases in taxes for the foreseeable future.
The
mayor didn’t mention the incident he had with the Hells Angels
earlier that morning. Even though the whole showdown only lasted a
few minutes, the experience unnerved him and it stayed in the back of
his mind, and he knew he hadn't heard the last of it.
Walking
across 9th
Street, the mayor walked down Wesley Avenue, past Dr. Townsends house
with the big pillars, past Dr. Smith and Chris Montagne’s house
with the wrap around porch, and stopped to say hello to Mrs. Somers,
who was watering her flower and talking to her next door neighbor
Mrs. Miller.
Mrs.
Somers was related to the Somers family who founded Somers Point and
once owned all of the barrier island that is now Ocean City, while
Mrs. Parker Miller was the widow of Mr. Parker, the first year 'round
resident of the island, a shipping insurance man who handled the
Lifesaving Station crew and all the shipwreck matters for Loyds of
London and all the shipping insurance companies. Mrs. Somers worked
as a sales clerk at Copper Kettle Fudge, had been hired by Harry
Anglemyer, and she stopped the mayor to shake his hand and ask about
the Anglemeyer murder case, much to the astonishment of the staid
Mrs. Miller, who stood back, somewhat aghast at the question.
The
mayor said in a reassuring tone that there would be an announcement,
“someone confessed and we shall see justice soon,” he said as he
continued to slowly walk awkwardly on. Cutting through the Knight’s
Pharmacy parking lot the mayor crossed the alley and took some mail
out of the slot in the door and let himself in the small one man
travel office. With travel posters on the wall the mayor walked
behind the one desk, and as he sat down he opened his mail o the copy
of the Nation magazine.
Although officially a conservative
Republican, one of his constituents had given him a holiday gift
subscription to the liberal publication and he found some of the
articles interesting and stimulating, even though he disagreed with
them, but was quite startled to read that May 17, 1965 issue.
The mayor could feel his blood
suddenly begin to boil as he quietly read to himself the first few
lines of the featured article: “Last
Labor Day weekend newspapers all over California gave front-page
reports of a heinous gang rape in the moonlit sand dunes near the
town of Seaside on the Monterrey Peninsula. Two girls, aged 14 and
15, were allegedly taken from their dates by a gang of filthy,
frenzied, boozed-up motorcycle hoodlums called “Hell’s Angels,”
and dragged off to be ‘repeatedly assaulted.’”
The mayor stopped
and thought of his own two teenage daughters, and continued reading:
“Some 300 Hell’s
Angels were gathered in the Seaside-Monterrey area at the time,
having convened, they said, for the purpose of raising funds among
themselves to send the body of a former member, killed in an
accident, back to his mother in North Carolina. One of the Angels,
hip enough to falsely identify himself as ‘Frenchy of San
Bernardino,’ told a reporter who came out to meet the cyclists: ‘We
chose Monterey because we get treated good here; most other places we
get thrown out of town.’”
The mayor winched,
and picked up the phone and asked to speak to Mister Stretch, the
Public Safety Commissioner.
To read the complete
Nation article see:
http://www.thenation.com/article/motorcycle-gangs/
or http://whitedeercafe.blogspot.com/
More to Come: Stay Tuned.
National Guard called out to control biker party
Hunter Thompson, wrote the May 1965 Nation Article and a book on the Hells Angels
National Guard called out to control biker party
Hunter Thompson, wrote the May 1965 Nation Article and a book on the Hells Angels
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