WHEREIN HANK
AND JANET RUN INTO DARBY HIPPER |
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Darby worked for Delfina & Co. The outfit that put people in the water
with El Fornio's famous dolphins. Here he watches over a group
of mothers and their daughters as they ride the dolphins.
I FORGOT TO MENTION that on the afternoon Serras heart was stolen, as we made our way through the throngs of Old Spanish Day revelers, Janet and I ran into Darby Hipper.
At first we thought Darby was going to be a likely accomplice on our journey to the Rusty Pelican, but he was all business, on his way home after work.
Just heading back, he sighed. Not really a day I want to stay out. Plus, Im repainting the house. He looked around at the rising mayhem.
All you do is paint that house, I told him.
Yeah, he reckoned. Its like the Golden Gate bridge er somethinyou get to one end, and its time to turn around and start over at the other.
Darb worked out of the harbor, for Delfina & Co., the Swim with the Dolphins tour group, and both Janet and I could see the salt and sun of a days work had worn him out.
Packages start at $199. But for $39 you can smell
their fins while you touch their heads.
At twenty-six, looking like a blond-haired Tom Cruise ("great hair without the Scientology," I always said), Darb was in flip-flops with dirty toes, one bloody and stubbed, white shorts, worn out red tank top and a Dodgers cap. He had a black bag slung over his shoulder that he kept adjusting delicately with two hands supporting the weight at the bottom.
Janet looked him over. You got something special in there, Darb?
He laughed. Caught me, eh? Check it out. Darb took the bag off his shoulder and put it on the ground. It washed up the other day.
He took down the sides and lifted up a tall, two-gallon jar. Inside a small, hairless animal floated in formaldehyde, its short nose against the glass and tail curved slightly to fit in the space. Targuman found it on the beach near White Hills yesterday.
Of course Targuman did, I came back. He finds all the weird bric a brac.
Is it a baby dolphin? Janet asked.
A fetus, Darb nodded. I think its perfect. Not a mark. It could be the offspring of a mother killed by locals. Or Im also thinking a swordfish might have done her in. Theyre starting to run. I dont think its any of our dolphins.
I bent over and looked closer at the creature in the jar. So this goes right into your collection? Just like this?
Whos asking? Youor the lawyer?
Im askin, Janet said. Not the lawyer.
Yeah. Into the colleción, Darb said, dropping into Spanish. He put the jar back in the bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, sloshing. Its a keeper, for sure.
And Darby had quite a collection. Local snakes, fish, rays, an El Fornio iguana, embryos of vertebrates and invertebrateseven the heart of a convicted criminal he had picked up on Ebayall were nicely held in jars of preservatives with notations and sourcing. He made no bones about his collecting hobby, and let anyone come and see the shelves he kept neatly dusted and tidy. Some had names, as if they were pets, like Henry the Green Rock Crab or Dahlila who was a moray eel he had bought one day off of a fisherman.
The afternoon he brought her home, Darby wrestled the muscular beast into a pillowcase, still alive, before convincing it of its new quarters
Dahlia wasnt a random name.
The story goes that as Darby forced the moray into the jar from the sack, Tom Jones was working his way through a tune on the radio. The sight of the moray in the glass was encoded with the hook of the jingle and every time he looked at the eel peering back at him, the song would play in his head. Thats Dahlila, he would say to people, and the name stuck. Like the Tom Jones song.
Janet loved that kind of thing. One more for the shelf, she laughed. And off we were to the Rusty, leaving Darby as a party mate for another day, which was too bad. We both liked Darby a lot.
Darby Hipper hadnt seen either of his parents for some time. His father had been out of sight since Darb was six, having garnered permanent residence in Columbia due to certain commercial ambitions he had developed with the coca leaf. After the fathers incarceration, his mother, Janis, brought the boy back from Los Angeles to live with her in El Fornio.
Janis was fifth generation El Fornio and part of the graduating class with Elihu Targuman. She remembered Eli years afterwards, He was so normal, chess club and the total dork that would ask you out. And then all of a sudden, his outsides were the same, but his insides had changed.
Darby and Janis lived with her parents at the family house, the sixth lot down at 257 Sardonxy Way. Her older brother Robert had disappeared years before after a falling out with their father, Robert, Sr. In 1976, a family friend on a visit to Spain claimed to have seen Robert, Jr. in the Alhambra.
He always thought that the Gypies were the real people of the world, Janis recounted. And, sure, fine. But, flicking the ash from her cigarette. Maybe the Gypsies are something special, but if you arent a real Gypsy, why fake it?
Her parents lasted another two years, dying just a month apart. Janis got the house, which had long since been paid for, and kept her and Darby ankle deep in tuna helper and quesadillas by working for the Rusty Pelican.
The Rusty Pelican has been a bar, tavern and restaurant in El Fornio since 1876.
They are known for their Mahi Mahi burgers, Bloody Marys and great bands.She was a pretty good waitress, in a small town way, BLTs, grilled cheese, tomato soup, local fish specials. She did breakfasts and lunches, got off work and joined other locals in the business for a drink at work, then two or three down at the Leathercoat. Another at the Hungry Tiger, then Safeway where she would pick up a gallon of Inglenook.
By this time Janis was smoking about a pack of cigarettes a day (Cool, menthols), eating a spot here and there and putting away a fair amount of Malibu and diet coke. She had lost a couple of teeth, but they were molars so no one noticed and what had been at one time a sweet beach girl figure was becoming more wiry by the season. After Darbs father, Janis hooked up occasionally with one man or another, but they sensed the weakness in her or lingered to take advantage of it.
Sometimes she wouldnt come home at all, but that was much later and Darb would check her room every morning before he went off to school. He knew he could find Janis at any number of places along the wharf if he spent the time to look for her.
Have you seen Mom? Is she in there? Darb would skateboard from joint to joint looking after her.
By Darbys freshman year, Janis was hitting forty and life was catching up. She didnt work full-time and when she did shifts could fall apart depending upon how liver weary she was. Her focus was waning. Darb always thought it was the loss of one of her front teeth, the right incisor, that was the beginning of the end.
Hey, she said one late morning, sitting at the kitchen counter, having a smoke and a diet coke. Look at that, pointing to a picture in an article in the Sunday paper. One of Dorothea Langes dustbowl women was resting her face on a wispy hand. Janis laughed, I made the paper!One of Dorothea Langes dustbowl women
was resting her face on a wispy hand.
Janis laughed, I made the paper!
Then she would rearrange her collection of abalone shells and driftwood on the kitchen windowsill thinking that it would bring good luck. There, after fifteen minutes of moving mother-of-pearl and salty wood around, shed say, Itll be a great week!
Darby finally went down to city hall one afternoon and got the forms for Janis to fill out. By going on disability, with a son who was still a minor, she qualified for a workable monthly stipend. Darby picked up slack by working for Ed and Abby Goodman at Mission Petrol with additional shifts at Hang Dog, the surf shop on the wharf.
At the end of the summer, at the Fiesta parade, weeks from Darbys sophomore year, Janis died face down next to a Bear flag plastic cup, one flip-flop on, one flip-flop thirty feet from where she had been found in the early morning by Targuman and the clean-up crew. It was Janet and myselfwith Targuman muttering on the peripherywho told Darby the news, and he took it pretty well. He knew that his mother had been suffering and that the life other people had was never going to be the life she had.
Janis could have never had another drink, Darby knew, And anyone who met her would still know something was up.
To her credit, Janis made it look like a kind of happiness. She was the queen of happy hour! a buddy from the Rusty crooned at her wake.
Water, Darby told Janet the day of the funeral. My mom never drank enough water. She heard it was dirty around here. Best to get your liquids somewhere else.
Like the Rusty? Janet said.
At least you get your iron, he followed. Janis probably just laid down like she always did. I found her a few times when I was on my way to work or school. Shed be asleep right where she was from the night before. Id give her money and sit her back up, he recounted. Thats just the way it is. I dont want anybody thinking it couldve been another way. Thats who my mom was. Thats who my parents were.
Darby accepted peoples foibles and near triumphs. When he had learned that Targuman was an El Fornio High Moor alumni, he was immediately accommodating. Yeah, then hes got to know something, right? Hes got to be more than just a nut, huh? Darby scratched.
To the average tourist, even fellow citizen, Darby Hipper seemed like the amiable surfer, which he was, but he was also a hard working, unsentimental type, keeping the house he had inherited in total order.
After Janis death, he and Sean the Pelican man repainted the inside and outside completely white with a slight washed yellow trim and dash of light blue in the corners. With jobs cobbled together, Darb paid the property tax and utilities himselfon time and often two months ahead so that he could concentrate on being in the water.
Janet knew the reason. Hes a Virgo, shed tell anyone listening. One day she pointed to his swim trunks. Just look. His favorite colorwhite.
Because he knew the dolphins as much as anyone in the area, Darb began working for Delfina & Co. the Swim With the Dolphins outfit that had contracted with the city and county to bring visitors into the bay whose interest was getting in the water with El Fornios famous dolphins. Darby became a Master Guide by the time he was eighteen, a year after graduating high school. Through Janet, he became a member of the Sirenas Island Channel Keepers, the legal arm that defended the bay against polluters, taking water samples and propping binoculars up on the cliffs to look for ships and sailors expelling their shitty ballast wherever they seemed fit.
The poster for the Moors and Pelicans
homecoming game the year of the big fire.
After Mission Petrol burned down and blew ski high during what became known as the Moor Homecoming Fire, Darby went full-time with Delfina & Co. It was a thrill for him putting people in the water with the animals. But there were the occasional mishaps.
Most people thought of the dolphins as peaceable animals, and they weremostly. But last year, a notable Los Angeles debutante, the daughter of a film producer, came up for spa treatments, including swimming with the dolphins.
Unfortunately, she lied on the spec sheet about her menses so when she was put in the water, some of the creatures went wild, pulling her under, teething her arms and legs, a quick pass of the teat and thump of a fin against her head. By the time Darby dragged her out of the sea onto a waiting Zodiac, the visitor from Beverly Hills was bleeding and crying.
Darby and his crew set her up on shore with the responding paramedics, one of whom happened to be a local named Virginia Jefferson. Vee claimed to be the great, great, great grand daughter of Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemings. Come on! she said to unbelievers. Ill take the DNA test any time!
Paramedic Jefferson treated the woman as local kids and tourists watched the patient, half in shock, seated on a turned over wooden Aliso-Kennedy tomatillo crate, wetsuit down to her waist. Vee dabbed the bite marks with cotton swabs. The patient held an arm up, head tilted. The gathering crowd gazed upon her in a scene worthy of Jean-Leon Gerome.
Paramedic Jefferson dabbed the bite marks
with cotton swabs. The patient held an
arm up, head tilted as the gathering
crowd gazed upon her . . .Thats a reality sandwich, I turned to Darby.
Theyre beautiful animals, but they can be demons, Darby replied. You doing water work down here for Janet?
Darb noticed that I held two vials of fluid in my hand as we walked back up the beach. Yep, shes around here somewhere. Were supposed to meet up. I looked at Darb. Dont you have to, you know . . . I tilted back at the crowd with the producers daughter.
Darb stopped. Yeah, he turned. Reality bites the sandwich. Theyll expect me to help with the report. Lame. It always is. Itll involve the cops, the county, the city, the owners of Delfina. Everytime something like this happens someone makes a big deal out of it. Darby squinted, looking out over the water. Maybe the woman was just a total bitch and the dolphins didnt like her. Doesnt anybody ever consider that?
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