"The Rope"

                                         Tales from the Simons Brickyard

By kiki

Around 1950, some people down the block from my house in the Simons Brickyard were having an adult party, and we young teenagers, 13-14 years old at the time, wanted to go to the party. We thought we were chingones, in other words, "bad to the bone," and thought; that we should be allowed to attend the party so that we could dance cheek to cheek with some of the older rucas (ladies), not to mention eating their birria (goat meat), and of course, sneak in a beer or two. But, we were turned away at the door by the host. He said we were too young to attend his party. 

We left, went to one of my friend's houses, and got a long rope. We then went back to the party and tied one end of the rope to the white picket fence and the other to the rear bumper of a 1930's era car park in front of the house. We then waited in the dark until the party was over; around midnight, the people that owned the car came out to go home; they said their goodbyes to the host and his wife, then got in the car and drove away, taking the fence with them. "compa! Compa!! Mi cerca"!! Yelled the party host; as his compa droved off with his white picket fence.