i. 1980 I told the mechanic, Bill Muncy, I was taking my red VW Beetle—Illinois license plate ASH 114—on a cross-country trip, and he tuned her up. Days later, Jody and I loaded her with yellow split peas and fresh vegetables, a…

The door of the Continental opened an old man, a true geezer, stepped out, scratched his baked potato-shaped head. He was wearing sky blue polyester pants, Velcro shoes, a white striped polo that accentuated his man boobs and turkey neck. This man hunched

I love the notion of uncertainty-/ which seems inherent/ at the level of particles-