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Dino Thompson
Dino Thompson
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Greek Boy is a riotous ride through the jitterbug Jim Crow 50s, the free love 60s and the PCP bell-bottom 70s.
Back when Myrtle Beach was a one juke-box, one putt-putt town. Dino's colorful, in-your-face prose entertains and delights. He whirls you through the winds of Hurrican Hazel, his first theft, first kiss, first sexual encounter on the hood of a Willis jeep, fist fighting with a kung fu master, prowlin the boardwalk, jitterbuggin at the colored nightclubs, pool hustling and running a cafe at the age of ten.
"I didn't think it was a big whoop I grew up over a movie theater, ate all my meals in a cafe, fell asleep to merry-go-round music and the electric taste of bumper cars. Didn't matter my best friends were carnies, gypsies, jitterbugs, gigolos, gamblers, busty waitresses, line cooks, nightclub owners and crusty old kibitzers with syrupy thick accents."
These stories, these characters jump off the page into your heart. You'll yearn to have been there, to have know them and marvel at the way the author finds humor in the darkest or most poignant situations and
catastrophes. This is a life worth living and a story worth telling.
Here's how he describes his bank-robber firend Shay Roland. "Straight nose, smooth face, square jaw. Disarmin smile with just enough dimple to open any door, pocketbook or bra hook."
Back when Myrtle Beach was a one juke-box, one putt-putt town. Dino's colorful, in-your-face prose entertains and delights. He whirls you through the winds of Hurrican Hazel, his first theft, first kiss, first sexual encounter on the hood of a Willis jeep, fist fighting with a kung fu master, prowlin the boardwalk, jitterbuggin at the colored nightclubs, pool hustling and running a cafe at the age of ten.
"I didn't think it was a big whoop I grew up over a movie theater, ate all my meals in a cafe, fell asleep to merry-go-round music and the electric taste of bumper cars. Didn't matter my best friends were carnies, gypsies, jitterbugs, gigolos, gamblers, busty waitresses, line cooks, nightclub owners and crusty old kibitzers with syrupy thick accents."
These stories, these characters jump off the page into your heart. You'll yearn to have been there, to have know them and marvel at the way the author finds humor in the darkest or most poignant situations and
catastrophes. This is a life worth living and a story worth telling.
Here's how he describes his bank-robber firend Shay Roland. "Straight nose, smooth face, square jaw. Disarmin smile with just enough dimple to open any door, pocketbook or bra hook."
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