When Launching a New Business, Bring Plenty of Cigarettes for the Zombies Under the Bridge

The following piece was to appear in a Miamifor the commute into Miami will see. An hour later
magazine (which shall remain nameless) that neverI'm beginning to think our Dame has either
got beyond its first issue which was to include acancelled without telling me, or is lost. You can
story on a Miami chopper builder, a downtownonly pose a guy so many different ways on a
jeweler, and a local bikini designer. Thechopper before it becomes impossible to avoid
parentheticals are my commentsposing him for some kind of gay publication-- not
after-the-fact.Let me tell you a true story aboutthat there is anything wrong with that as Seinfeld
a young woman who got up early one morningand Castanza have reminded us over countless
looking for a fish market and ended up on thereruns.Home is only a short drive away. I decide
cover of a magazine.It's six o'clock on a Sundayto go back and see if I can get hold of our
morning. The sun still isn't up and I'm waiting belowfemale model via an email. While I'm on the net, I
the Watson Island bridge between Miami andcall her cell phone. Still nothing. I haven't a clue
Miami Beach feeling a little foolish holding awhere she is. I drive back thinking we can't just
bejeweled bra in my hand and a littlehave a guy posing in the magazine. We're already
uncomfortable watching the homeless emergingskating on politically incorrect thin ice as it is what
from the shadows with the stray cats. I'm therewith pin-ups for crisesakes, but having just a guy
to shoot the cover and pin-up pages (okay, so itand not a girl really would paint a different kind of
wasn't very politically correct-- at least wepicture of what the magazine is all about. So, it's
offered both sexes), alone in the dark with thewith great relief when I turn onto the dirt road
rats, the cats, homeless zombies looking for abeneath the bridge that I see Dennie talking to a
smoke, and an over-the-top bra in my hand thatwoman. I can't believe it, but our model finally
would make a jaded Las Vegas showgirl blushshowed up! I park, jump out and rush over to
with envy.The bra is made of red acrylic andshake her hand but the young lady stops me
covered with Swarovski crystals. It's on loan fromshort with "I'm not her." I look at Dennie. He's
a downtown jeweler for the photo shoot which,smiling broadly. Seems this woman was looking
God willing, will happen in a few minutes. I'mfor the fish market on Watson Island. She had
looking for cops patrolling the island but theregotten up early to score some fresh fish for
aren't any because it's too damn early!I know mydinner that night. She grew up in Miami but hadn't
faith in mankind is being tested. The photographerbeen back in ten years. Since she was away, the
who had agreed to do the shoot, bailed at thecity moved the fish market and the commercial
eleventh hour. In desperation I turned to Denniefishing boats. In the short time I was away,
and DK Cody of Cody Photo who shot our firstDennie convinced her to pose for our
cover. They agree to help me and suggest wemagazine.She's only wearing flip-flops, shorts, and
schedule the shoot for 6am under the bridge toa t-shirt-- and no makeup. But we don't care.
catch the early morning light on the downtownShe's adorable, smart, and has a great
skyline. This probably had something to do withself-deprecating sense of humor.And she's brave,
Dennie's pioneer spirit bloodline (he's a descendentthe kind of personality that says "yes" to new
of Buffalo Bill) where no one ever gave a thoughtadventures; the kind of person that has helped
about getting up before sunrise.I know the Cody'sthis magazine get published (Little did I know that
will show, but I'm not so sure about the others.this courage was not shared by the publisher).
I've never met them. I've only spoken to themShe's perfect. Her name? Alecia Walker. She's on
over the phone. Knowing that they are tradingvacation, visiting her brother in Miami. Her home is
their time only for publicity and copies of thein Maryland where she works as a Surgical
magazine makes me wonder if they will reallyTechnologist.Within moments we have her ditching
show. The longer I stand there alone in the dark,her t-shirt and wearing the "bejeweled bra." When
the less I'm sure they will.Dennie and DK are theI see the light bouncing off those Swarovsky
first faces to appear out of the darkness thatcrystals, I know it was meant to be. If we had
don't ask me for a cigarette or money. I hearshot the pictures with Alecia any earlier, we
myself paraphrasing the Cowardly Lion, "I dowouldn't have gotten that startling effect. Call it
believe in people, I do believe in people." Now, ifserendipity-- I can't let go of my Cowardly Lion
only the rest will show so I can shake loose oftail long enough to say it was meant to be. That
my Cowardly Lion tail: the owner of Miamimight be assuming too much. Only time will tell. (I
Choppers who agreed to bring one of his custommade the mistake of letting go of the tail at the
bikes down to the shoot, and the models.Patricklaunch party for the magazine that followed this
Jones is the first model to arrive. All the wayshoot a week later).I also can't promise if you say
from Ft. Lauderdale. He turns out to be a great"yes" to the magazine your life will change for the
guy with lots of enthusiasim for so early in thebetter. I don't know how being on the cover of
morning. I suspect he's from pioneer stock too.our magazine and becoming the second ever
Before long, Miguel Suarez and his lovely wifeDowntown Dame will make your life better, but
Yami of Miami Choppers drive up with the firsthopefully for this young spirited Ms. Walker, the
light of the day and I feel my faith in humanityCody's, Patrick Jones, and the Suarezes,
rising with the new day's sun.Since the pin-upsomething good will come out of saying "yes" to
pages are single, full-pages devoted to aus (or at least to me).D.C. Copeland is a writer
"Downtown Dude" and "Dame," we start shootingand award-winning artist. When visiting Copeland's
Patrick on the bike immediately to catch the kindpersonal website and blog you will discover that
of light only insomniacs, milkmen, intrepidWayne Cochran is the Patron Saint and that
fishermen, farmers, buffalo hunters, and peoplemany people consider it to be "The Rodney
living in Ft. Lauderdale who have to get up earlyDangerfield of Blogs.