THE BEANO FAMILY
Introduction-
The permeating aroma of bacon, the inviting thought of eggs over easy and the picture of precariously stacked pancakes that surely to God, the love of his life Beaula must have a patent on, not only teased but gently tugged at the senses of one, Bo Beano as he flicked the last visible whisker from his weather worn face.
Bebo, Bobo, up an at em he yelled as his gate quickened, obviously giving no quarter in the daily morning ritual of first come first serve. Ah, what a beautiful and pleasant morning said Bo, having stopped suddenly and staring rather abstractedly at the sunbeams striking the family's dew laden metal beast of burden.
Coming to his senses as if realizing his failure to execute his first objective had cost him more than a pancake or two, he turned toward the table that for all practical purposes over the last 25 years had served more as a wooden, cloth draped finish line to a hallway and door 10 yard dash, he could only watch with youthful envy as Bebo edged Bobo out by a nose in making the first stab at the precariously stacked pancakes.
Now boys, take it easy, although Bo had to admit time was growing short. Dad, asked the inquisitive and more gentle Bebo, why all the secrecy about the meeting you are making Bobo and I attend. I have things I have to do said Bebo, a statement readily confirmed by Bobo the more impetous of the twins. Legal, legal my boys, that is all I can tell ya, besides, me and your mom know very little about it ourselves, so shut the traps and let's get going, these lawyers have their agendas you know. Yea right, two clients in the morning and golf in the afternoon roared Bobo, obviously revealing what the meeting was keeping him from.
Now to most, the old 89 Buick was just another recapped heap of chrome and metal, on it's way to used car heaven, but not to Bo. The belch fire eight was more than a car, at the time of it's purchase off Broadnax's Beautiful Buick's showroom floor, it was the only three deuce over head valve car in all of Bantam county. No man, woman or child of any means was ever passed without Bo making his success salute with the sucking sound from those three deuces. Beaula, though embarrassed by Bo's childish antics would simply act as if there was a sudden drop to the floor of a hairpin or such as they roared passed the town's most notable citizenry. To the boys, there was very little thought paid to the Daytona 500 actions implemented by their father for their anxious minds were riveted on the meeting at hand.
It was just a little passed ten when Bo maneuvered his pride and joy into the last remaining parking space in the front of the loosely knit firm of Wienstien, Smith, Ben Gurion, Kelly and Horritz.
The family walked gingerly over the creaking hardwood floors as they made their way to the appointed place in the cavernous like structure that would of course inevitably be labeled hallowed by someone or anybody. Just as Bo was getting the thought of hallowed building out of his mind he was met by a stumbling man exiting the rest room with hand extended, must be the Beano family he said as he never once looked up, but rather as if waving the winning run around third signaled the somewhat taken back Bo and family into the conference area. How could he have known who we were pondered Bo as he and the rest of his clan took their seats, gee Bobo must have been right about one client and then golf.
Hope there was no problem in finding us said Mr. Horritz as he gave the obvious obligatory greeting before finally clapping his hands with that final half twist. No, no replied Bo, we get to Atlanta at least once a year, know Atlanta like the back of my hand. Well that's great said Mr. Horritz as he pulled the proverbial yellow envelope out of his bottom drawer and began telling the somewhat bewildered family the reason for the meeting. Mr. Beano, it is my good fortune as spokesman for the estate of your late father, Mr. Blo Beano, to inform you that he has bequeathed to you all of his worldly possessions. Well that's just great thought Bo, we come all the way to Atlanta to hear that I have just inherited what, a gold watch and a few hundred bucks, jeez! His negative thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a seemingly excited Mr. Horritz as he began a tale of a different and surprising nature. You know Mr. Beano, your parents originally came to this country as exiles from the uprising in their native Columbia. What you may not be aware of is that your great grandfather, known as the el primo del beano of not only Columbia but all of the Latin Americas had amassed a considerable fortune in the coffee bean business and although he lost most of what he made in the uprising, he gave your father a small portion of that fortune upon his migration to this country. Like I said, I get great pleasure in presenting to you the remaining funds, which by the way have grown to approximately $500,000. Bo was about to yell heeeehaaaaw when a rather stern Mr. Horritz said something about terms etc. True it is $500,000 but there are a couple of stipulations that you should be aware of Mr. Beano. Your father Blo of course wanted you and Beuala to be taken care of but he also had an apparent affection for your sons, Bebo and Bobo, for it is hereby delineated in the terms that they receive $100,000 each. Now by-God we are getting somewhere thought the impetuous Bobo as he could hardly contain himself as Mr. Horritz was concluding the meeting in words that he never heard, for his mind was on other things. With a graceful exit, the meeting was concluded and the family was on it's way home. After a few miles of open road, Beaula turned to Bo and asked, why so quite? Well I was just thinking about all the stories I had heard most of my life about my great grandfather el primo del beano, he actually amounted to something said Bo, well does that surprise you asked Beaula, well yes, it's sort of shocking. Why asked Bebo in a more demanding tone? Because everyone had always told me he was nothing but a lot of hot air!
To be continued on an
as can basis
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