Garrick & Shandor

Garrick & Shandor, November 15th, 2025

Back in the early 1980s, I wooed Mary B. She is a beautiful and vivacious woman. She owned several acres on a ranch outside of Kingston, Washington, on the Kitsap Peninsula on Puget Sound.

Mary B chose Patrick P over me, but we all remained friends. I lived in a condo in Edmonds, just a 40-minute ferry ride across the sound from Kingston.

About ten years later, after I’d returned from the Brazilian movie job in the Amazon, I’d take the ferry over to Kingston to see Pat and Mary. Mary would cook us a good dinner, and then we’d sit around the fire pit in the backyard playing guitars, singing, and telling stories, while drinking some beers.

One late night, Mary had gone to bed. Pat told me this story about his two sons, Garrick and Shandor. Pat had been with a woman in his early years. They had two sons. She lived on Lummi Island on the Lummi Indian Reservation.

Garrick was the oldest. He looked like Pat. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and was very handsome. Shandor, was only a year or so younger than Garrick. Shandor had blonde hair and turquoise eyes. He looked like his mother (I was told).

Pat told me the story took place a couple years ago. Garrick and Shandor had come to the ranch to visit Pat and Mary. Garrick was 21 and took his car to Kingston on Saturday night to go drinking. Shandor stayed at the ranch.

At 2 AM, Garrick left the bar. He knew better than to take the main road out of town. The cops were always looking to give out DUIs (drunk driving tickets).
So, Garrick took a back road out of town. This road intersected with the main road back to the ranch at a T-intersection.

Garrick blew right through the T-intersection and crashed into the ditch on the other side. He was pretty banged up, but managed to get out of the car. He knew he was in trouble. Garrick walked the 1.5 miles back to the ranch and woke up Shandor.

By now, it was 3 AM. Shandor said, “We better get some tools and take Dad’s truck out to the crash scene.”

At the crash scene, Garrick and Shandor crawled under the car and released all the brake fluid in the system. They drove back to the ranch.

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The next day, the cops came by the ranch looking for Garrick, asking about his wrecked car. Garrick told them that the brakes failed. The cops found no brake fluid in the car’s brakes, so they told Garrick he had to pay for the tow.

Pat paid for the tow and heard the story of the crash and cover-up from his two sons. Mary never heard this story until I told her years later.

TJM