the 1920's

This was an exercise I did to compete with a kid at works' homework. He was told to write a 2 page story using all the key phrases about the 1920's that he was learning about in History class.
Mine came out to 3 pages. Not a great story, it lacks any real detail or historical truth that I know of, but I like the wrap up at the end.

They say to always be writing. And this let me write something I ordinarily would never have tackled.

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“Grampa! Grampa! Tell us about the time you punched out Al Capone!” “No, tell us how you saved the Great Bambino’s life!” “How about when you were a spy, Grampa!”
“Ok, ok, settle down kids and get under the covers,” he said as he lowered himself into the rocking chair in between the beds. His eyes sort of glazed over as he drifted off into his memories. “I was waiting at the new airport downtown. You see, I was on a top secret mission,” he said, slyly winking to the kids. “Some very important people were coming into town to go to a ballgame and I had to pick them up and get them there. The problem was they were very late and when they finally arrived, one of them told me that if they didn’t get there on time, they’d be killed!” He overemphasized the last word and one of the kids let out a squeal of pretend fear.
“So we raced down the expressway in my new car. The car industry had become so good by then that the cars were sturdy enough to probably drive all the way across country on the new highways that were starting to cover the nation. Man that car was swell! I remember how lucky I was to get it even with the easier credit the banks were letting people get away with.” He paused and whistled slightly. “I guess things would have been different if they’d realized how dependent we’d eventually all become on credit cards and what not.”
“Grampa, stick to the story,” one child moaned and the others hushed him.
“We got there just in time. I pulled up to the stadium and they told me to go around to the back where the players enter. I was pretty surprised since they didn’t look like big time baseball players to me, just regular Joes. Well one of them was kinda, um, big boned you’d say. One of the men paid me as the other said to the big guy, ‘Hey sign a ball for him Babe’ as he got out. The Babe tossed me a ball and said, ‘You’re a life saver kid,’ and they went inside the stadium.”
“Now the fight, Grampa! The fight,” one of the boys cried, throwing punches in the air at the invisible gangsters hovering over his bed.
“I got paid on a Friday at the production plant and since business was booming, I had enough to take my best girl on a big night on the town. I picked her up in my new car and took her to a talkie. That’s what we called the movies back then since adding sound to the films was practically brand new. Afterwards we stopped for a piece of pie and strolled around downtown. There were no bars to go to like people had done before or do now, since Prohibition and Doris liked to talk about how with her being able to vote now, she’d like to vote out those alcohol banning laws.”
“See, I had a surprise for Doris. We walked down an alley and came to a big metal door. There were no signs anywhere and Doris started to get a little worried. But when I rapped my knuckles on the door, a little secret window opened and someone said, ‘Hey, there’s no one here.’ And I said the secret password, “Flapper” and they opened that big metal door for us and we went inside. Swing music and that new Jazz stuff filled the place. There were people everywhere. Drinking and gambl.., uh playing card games, and dancing. Man, the dancing! Doris and I must have danced for hours. Well until the cops showed up.”
“They raided the speakeasy and everyone was screaming and running, and by the time we got to the exit to get outside, a cop had blocked the doorway. But then the guy next to me, a real tough guy who worked for Al Capone they said, pulled a gun out on the cop who had nothing but a nightstick to defend himself. The mug waved the gun around drunkenly and before he could shoot anybody, I socked him in the eye and he went down like a sack of potatoes.”
The kids all cheered and again imitated their Granddad, throwing little balled up fists into the air.
“So the cop, I guess grateful, waved us past him and we ran out into the street and away from any more trouble.”
The old man groaned slightly as he stood up and moved to the bedroom door. “Did you kiss her goodnight Grampa?” little Jennie asked softly, half asleep already.
“I guess you can ask your Gramma Doris tomorrow morning, honey,” he replied as he said goodnight and clicked off the light.