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Show Blue Run/87 patterns of light and dark shifting. Nothing much, I was a kid in a big tmck that reeked of the six states in-between me and Mama, Jimmy and Traceleen, our half-beagle Suzi-Q. A smidgen of movement, the wheels creaking under the heavy boats and the airbrakes hissing O.W got this look on his face, part feigned surprise, but something else, too "Which way's down, Joe. Show me down." Miles west now, falling away in the direction that my mind told me was down, the Tilt-O-Whirl glared over a ridge of pure white, then disappeared. We were moving upward, that much I knew, thirty tons in tow. Maybe gravity had quit for him? I was a country kid-what'd I know Blue sage on the sunny side of highway 80 had got free of a snow drift-how it shined. And the moment the tmck rolled up hill seemed somehow connected to my whole life; I knew that if I understood this, the rest would all make sense some day. Here was my test. The moment was nigh. There in Wyoming~a chance to get the truth straight from the horse's mouth. Another semi blew by, shook us like big waves. Life with Mama and O.W. had been a wild ride, a real whirl up until then What did I know about the fundamental laws of physics and the universe, Newton's gravity, the way space binds unlike objects? We were rolling faster know, hauling ass backwards uphill. "Am I kidnapped, O.W.?" "I ast you which way's down?" "Tell me if I'm kidnapped." "Don't be a idiot How can a daddy can't kidnap his own boy? Looky out there." We rolled uphill. The moon was out. I saw its pale curve, jagged mountains way off and thought of Mama rocking powder-blue Traceleen. Back home, the power was off-they were |
