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Show 57. able parade of dancing papers and cigarette butts. It looked to him like an empty beer can could make several trips up and down Center Street before a passing car flattened it. Maybe he'd become a snob, but the lack of esthetics in Red Butte depressed him. Of course, he'd lived in Denver awhile now and he liked it, even the big city pace. "There's no rush or bustle here, for sure," he thought, driving toward the freeway cut-off without seeing another car. Small town relationships being what they were, he could imagine how the tongues had wagged when the UFO piece appeared in the Times. Seeing UFO's was too highly irregular for a place like Red Butte. But the kids were young. They'd survive the talk and the skepticism. As he pulled into the Holiday Inn, he reminded himself to call Tom Crawford and the police chief to get their reactions. He thought it would be a good idea to talk to JD's boss and the woman Stephanie worked for, too, while he was here. He might not get back through Red Butte until spring. |