In the crevices that were the narrow bluff road, Jethroe Stevens could still see the double row of tracks he had made four days before...

Stark brown and green, red and gold- tall people short to and fro...

I will go now, when the campus light is dim, In the fresh fall wind of September, I will go now and remove the writing from the wall...

Joe Fischer's car backed away from the gate at the end of the Kennedy barnyard and went up the hill...

It was Sunday- a day at Grandpa's- just like it had had been for years and years, but it was the last one for me-for a while at least...