Doug was gone as were the others. Barry stared down at the street. In the park across the street, the two metal heads of Jackie and Mack Robinson stared unblinking, their life stories etched into their scalps.
   Perpendicular to Jackie was parked Doug's ride, the ever-sensible Toyota Tercel whose sound system played "Bad Moon Rising" like a band of Shriners on kazoos. For this, Doug had traded in Doobie, the late 60s Impala.