Thursday, October 05, 2006

Archive of the Day

From Nothing but Blue Skies by Thomas McGuane:
But out there, all around, was his god of handsome land. As it leveled off before the car, other country flowed into it from his past: the cedar breaks and cotton fields of Texas, the big sun there and softer clouds, cotton wagons behind tractors, little caliche roads, senderos, heading off to pumping stations in the distance . . . twenty-four-year-old Gracie next to him, trying to find something good on the radio. The old man in the service station looked affectionately at the two of them and said, as a kind of invitation, "If you ever wear out a pair of boots in west Texas, you'll never leave." Now Frank's tear ducts clamped like little fists and tears poured down his cheeks. He rested his teeth on the steering wheel and tried to see the road through swimming eyes. It had been so good.

1 Comments:

Anonymous PWW said...

Are you trying to get me to move back?

9:56 AM  

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