Harvey Porter Does Dallas Read Online Free PDF

the old Texas School Book Depository, which had been renovated into a large school building for students who just couldn’t seem to conform to the regular school environment. The sixth floor museum remained unchanged. The general public would have to get there by way of an outside elevator, which was still under construction.
    The principal’s name was Devin D’artagnan but he preferred to be called the “headmaster”. “I think it’s a more appropriate title for the leader of an alternative school,” he told Mrs. Mushrush. “Sort of like the English do it.”
    Mrs. Mushrush was a little taken aback. “What are your credentials, sir?”
    â€œI was the school cop for 20 years. I visited classrooms everywhere, taking my anti-drugs, anti-crime message with me. Then the city cut the program, and the police department didn’t know what to do with me. Then this came along.”
    â€œHave you been to college?”
    â€œI went a couple of years to junior college, but then I joined the force. I was ready for action. Instead, I got school visits.”
    â€œI still don’t see how you’re qualified to be this school’s princi—I mean headmaster.”
    â€œWell, I was a police officer, so I had my share of scrapes with the scum over the years. Also, I had all that experience working with kids in schools. It just seemed like the perfect fit.”
    Mrs. Mushrush put aside her doubts for the time being. She told him about Harvey, his troubles at East High, his mysterious past. “But I think he’s basically very bright,” she added, “and would do well in an alternative school.”
    D’artagnan gave her a one-page form. “Fill out as much of it as you can. I can’t guarantee we’ll accept him today, but you should know by the end of the week. I can give you our pamphlet and reading list to take home. It’ll give you a little more information about how we operate.”
    Wilberta filled out the form quickly. There weren’t too many questions she could answer that didn’t apply to her own family. Then she told D’artagnan “Goodbye,” and “thank you.”
    â€œWe’ll be in touch,” he said.
    One the way home, she stopped at Starbucks for a Cafe Latté. At the same time, she took out the SAS literature, skimmed it, then looked at the reading list. It was a curious hodge-podge of books, but then she reminded herself, after all it is an alternative school. The books were:
    A Handbook of Taxpayers’ rights
    by
    Al Capone
    The Philosophical abstracts of Robin Hood
    by
    Geoffrey Chaucer
    Bonnie & Clyde: the Facts Behind the Legend
    by
    Larry McMurtry
    When There’s no Choice but Killing
    by
    Jack Ruby
    On the Road with no Regrets
    by
    Charles Starkweather
    My Life as a White House Criminal
    by
    Richard Nixon
    100 Ways to Disable Without Killing
    by
    G. Gordon Liddy
    How Big Really was John Dillinger’s Penis?
    by
    J. Edgar Hoover
    Sucker Punch: an Inside Look at Street Gangs
    by
    Richard Simmons
    Mrs. Mushrush had never seen such a strange group of titles (at least not for school reading). But she figured the Dallas School Board knew what it was doing. She finished her coffee and left.
    That night, after they turned the lamp off, she told Bailey the good news: “I think I can get Harvey registered in that new SAS in Dealey Plaza,” she said.
    â€œWhy is that good news?” he asked. “That’s just a foolish, expensive educational experiment that won’t last.”
    â€œYou don’t know that.”
    â€œHarvey’ll probably get kicked out of there almost as fast as Eastern High. Even alternative schools set limits.”
    Then Wilberta played her ace: “Did I mention that the school is residential?”
    Mushrush sat straight up in bed and turned the lamp back on. “What did you say?”
    Mrs. Mushrush felt a sense of victory, and