In those days Kevin Rooney was driving an
old 1953 Chevy sedan, a real classic with a big, distinctive grill, and
round shape and dark blue color. It was greatly admired and he kept it
running pretty good most of the time. I always liked it a lot. Well,
about then he happened to acquire another Chevy of the exact same model
and color, which he bought cheap, mainly, I guess, to have spare parts
for his first car if he needed them. Well, the second car didn’t run
but he had it parked in the driveway of his and Rachel’s house in Santa
Cruz. He’d pull his first car in beside it and the two identical cars
would, of course, elicit double-takes from passers-by.
“They look like bookends,” said Kevin.
So, he got the idea to do a “photo-tableau,”
always casting about for new Triple-A projects, and did a little sketch
of his two cars holding up a collection of giant books, cardboard, of
course, on his front lawn.
We all thought it was a riot and headed
to Santa Cruz one sunny Saturday in the spring of that year. He had
gathered a bunch of used cardboard and we went to work constructing some
flimsy “volumes,” painted in bright colors and propped them up between
the cars, all our favorites: “Huckleberry Finn” (for me), "All About
Annuals" (for the gardener, Rachael), and “Fanny Hall” (for, I guess,