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Show •26 made me feel a little less dissatisfied with mine. The rain lifted .for a second; we saw the fields again, stretching toward the Coast Range on one side and the jagged, barely-visible wall of the Cascade Mountains on the other. "Look out there on the right," I said to Morgan. "See where the little road goes off behind that stand of silver fir? There used to be an amusement park in there right after the war. It's exactly halfway between Eugene and Marysville. Somebody from Ohio was going to make a fortune, but they went broke in 1949." I slowed the car. The sign at the entrance had finally blown down and was three-quarters covered with blackberry creepers; between the tops of the trees parts of the roller-coaster track could still be seen like black pencil-strokes against the sky. "The first time I ever went all the way with a girl, it was right behind those trees," I said. "Her name was Jenny Prudhomme; she wore tight sweaters and had a reputation, so it was hard to get a date with her." "Was it good?" Morgan asked. "I think I was too nervous to notice. The next morning my best friend at school told me as a matter of scientific fact that every man falls in love with the first girl that goes all the way with him, and I spent the rest of the school term waiting to fall in love with Jenny. Did you ever meet |
