Friday, December 27, 2013
had switched up front; the fresh brother was gunning the truck to the
limit. The road changed too; humpy in the middle, with soft shoulders
and a ditch on both sides about four feet deep, so that the truck
bounced and teetered from one side of the road to the other,
miraculously only when there no cars coming the opposite way, and I
thought we’d all take a somersault. But they were tremendous drivers.
They swapped at the wheel all the way from Minnesota to palmy L.A.
without stopping more than 10 minutes to eat. How that truck disposed of
the Nebraska nub!---the nub that sticks out over Colorado, though not
officially in it, but actually looking southwest towards Denver itself a
few hundred miles away. I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The
great blazing stars came out, the far receding sand hills got dim. I
felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way. And suddenly
Mississipi Gene turned to me from his crosslegged patient reverie, and
opened his mouth, and leaned close, and said “These plains put me in the
mind of Texas.” “Are you from Texas?” “No sir, I’m from Green-vell,
Muzz-sippy” and that was the way he said it. “Where’s that kid from?”
“He got into some kind of trouble back in Mississippi so I offered to
help some. I take care of him best as I can, he’s only a child.”
Although Gene was white there was something of the wise and tired old
Negro in him, but a railroad Hunkey, a traveling epic Hunkey, crossing
and recrossing the country every year, south in the winter and north in
the summer and only because he has no place he can stay in without
getting tired of it and because there’s nowhere to go but everywhere,
and keep rolling under the stars, generally the western stars. “I been
to Og-den a couple times. If you want to ride on to Og-den I got some
friends there we could hole up with.” “I’m going to Denver from
Cheyenne.” “Hell, go right straight thru, you don’t get a ride like this
everyday.” This was a tempting offer. What was in Ogden. “What’s
Ogden?” I said. “It’s the place where most of the boys pass thru and
always meet there, you’re liable to see anybody there.” In my
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