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 Category:  Mystery and Crime Fiction
  Posted: October 12, 2019      Views: 37

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Chapter #2: Revitalization
"Pterodactyl Club - 2" by Brett Matthew West

PREVIOUSLY: Chapter 1 introduced the clandestine Pterodactyl Club, an organization of civic-minded seniors attempting to improve the quality of life in their small town of Benton Springs. However, that is not their only purpose. Currently, they are working to resolve the Case of the Walsingburg Rabbit, in which they attempt to free an old acquaintance sentenced to execution...who may well be innocent. Chapter 2 continues from there.


Twenty-six years ago the lighthouse at Benton Springs illuminated for the first time. Citizens danced around the pavilion in celebration. Today, the lamp glowed just as bright as the beacon did then. Although many changes occurred over the years, some things remained the same.

Downtown Benton Springs, once a vibrant gathering hole, saw far better days in its distant past. Like an unwanted wart festered on the wrinkled hand of time, the area had been brushed aside on three separate occasions; first by State Highway 62, then US Highway 43 meandered through the village, and finally Pegosa Boulevard became the main thoroughfare.

These evocations flooded back while listening to Alderman Chester Alvarez speak from the gazebo next to City Hall. Neatly combed into place, and held steady by a heavy dose of pomade, Alverez's silver, tapered hair sheened in the morning sun while he twirled the corner of his handlebar moustache. His message needed to ring loud and clear to the CEO of the Benton Springs Revitalization Partnership. Many time-consuming hours had been spent on this occasion, and brought to the citizenry courtesy of the Pterodactyl Club's civic duty.

As a Cessna Skyhawk flew in the azure sky above them, its white-tipped wings visible, the packed crowd huddled on the waterfront heard Alvarez's words.

He said, "The goal of the commission is to foster a vast synergy between the restaurant, service, and retail units located in our downtown area. We also intend to assist them in thriving off each others' customer traffic and establish the center as an attractive quantity."

My mind flashed back. Gone were the specialty boutiques that dotted the landscape; such delicacies as Doli's Five and Dime. Here, excited kids purchased their favorite comic books hot off the presses. Proud of her Navajo heritage, Doli's biggest drawing card was her hand-carved, mahogany Indian head, decked out with a ceremonial headband and twin eagle feathers. In retrospect, Tahoma's memory, as he was known to all of us, filled the distant reaches of my recollections.

Alderman Alvarez continued, "The master plan for our downtown will take us from static fuzziness to something crisp and clear. We want a downtown where we can bring our grandchildren to enjoy not only looking out over the lake, but where they can stroll the boardwalk as well as check out the many shops and assorted treasures discovered there."

The grand scheme triggered reminiscence of Harvey's Wallbanging Ice Cream Shoppe. The parlor held the most fascination for the younger set. The taste of his strawberry parfaits tickled your tongue, especially on sweltering Summer days. His scrumptious crock-pot beans and weenies, full of brown sugar and bacon, were top dog on the hill.

Alvarez concluded his provocative speech, "Additional future plans call for establishing large festivals and a place where special events, like Downtown Abbey Tea Parties, can be held. The potential offered by our downtown as it continues to expand is unlimited and presents exciting times here in Benton Springs. All of this will result in a much more comfortable, inviting and relaxing atmosphere."

The real work would soon begin with outreach, economic restructuring of the downtown sector, promoting the plans, designing the area, and strengthening the business community. The footprint of the Pterodactyl Club covered each faze of the downtown revitalization project. We were the guidance and drive behind the success of the grassroots organization.

Unaware another meeting awaited him, Alderman Alvarez stepped away from the podium. This one pertained to the small matter of his clout with a certain judiciary who's assistance was required. After speaking to several glad-handers who'd attended the gala, I made my way down the sidewalk to 1008 Park Street. Next to the curb laid a crumpled McDonald's carry-out bag and a red soda cup half-full of ice. Some people are just pigs.

Inside the building, an elevator lifted up to the fourth floor. The Alderman's office was located down the hall, second door on the right. No incandescent lights brightened the room. I turned the brass knob. The door opened. Immediately, through effulgence provided by globes in the corridor, I knew by the way his head slumped on his desk, Alderman Alvarez was dead.

The first inclination that popped into mind rapidly became was there a traitor in our midst?

Author Notes
Doli - Popular Navajo girl's name meaning Blue Bird

Tahoma - Popular Navajo boy's name meaning Water's Edge

Native American Princess, by Monica Morrell, selected to complement my story.

So, thanks Monica Morrell, for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my story.
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