A romp through North San Diego County in the mid-1980s where people and places were about to change more than colors.
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Dance of the Blue Chameleon is set in the northern regions of San Diego County and southern regions of Riverside County, California, in the mid 1980s. It’s a time before cell phones and the internet when communications were manual, if not practical. From a simple traffic accident to a political scandal, its characters evolve with the moments and the times. It’s a story of everyday characters in an ever-changing landscape. It’s a dance with the Blue Chameleon of fate.
It was nearing six by the time Pete finished unloading the red BMW from the platform tow truck. The sun had set almost an hour before, but there was still a mild glow above the hills to the west. Pete's Towing was located on the west side of Fallbrook, in an industrial area bordered by Camp Pendleton Marine Base to the rear, a sewage treatment plant to the south, and a trailer park that had seen better days to the north. Surrounded by a six-foot chain-link fence with coiled razor wire at the top, Pete's was a secure, if not attractive, place of business.
Pete snubbed out the butt of a frazzled White Owl with the sole of his greasy black boot and walked to the driver's side of the BMW to retrieve the keys and secure the car for the night. This is weird, he thought, it should have been a simple matter of towing the car up to Gary's Auto Body and Paint. Let Gary hassle with the rich bitch and he'd collect the towing fee, and a small commission from Gary. But the call from the sheriff dispatcher had changed those plans. This car was to be impounded, by order of San Diego Sheriff's Office. Drugs? Pete wondered. Probably, just about everything had to do with drugs these days. They would send a truck up in the morning to retrieve the car. Pete would receive a voucher from the county, payment to be received after due process.