The easy drone of the tires on the road, and the engine were playing together, to combine the feeling of rest and long ago memories. He could feel the time sliding away as water over a fall. Drips and splashes cascading down. He remembered the times as they dropped over the edge Like the fish they never seemed to catch. Jack and his fools acts. The cool and
simple nights. The laying down, and the rising up. A routine they fell into without no plannin. Just was. He always tried to call up those times, but they were getting harder and harder to get back into his mind. I guess it really is true. Time makes changes. Even ones ya don't want. He regrets them going. Just like the times when Jack would talk about the fishing, they just never seemed to do much of. " Just tell her, bout the ones that got away. That'll keep her." Never seemed to do so though. She always wondered.
Why, we "never brought any trouts home?" He smiled and then remembered that Thanksgivin time. "Well she never did believe me Jack. Never did, and thats for sure." " Even said so one time."
"Seems the only time I can see you plain as day is in the night." "I only wish the nights was longer, and the days shorter, stead of other way round." "I miss you somethin fierce Jack. I purely do. That ain't no foolin. Wish ya was here right now." "Never will stop wantin that, always will." He noticed they were getting to the turnoff. "Time to get on up to the jump off Jack. We're gettin close."
Here is that very same road last May.