Ropes of Sand

Time and Truckers

So I was on my way back to Denver from a fishing trip near Casper, WY, yesterday. We stopped in at a gas station somewhere between Nowhere and Hell and Gone when the ghost of Frank Conroy made contact with me.

On the rotating wire rack next to the cash register, amidst 18 other audio books with titles such as "Archimedes 14: Rise of the Droids", "The Lonely Homesteaderwoman and the Lonely Cowboy" and "Desecration: Antichrist Takes the Throne (Left Behind Series #9)" I spied a copy of Frank Conroy's "Time and Tide: A Walk Through Nantucket". I rubbed my eyes and looked again. It was still there.

The only reasons I could come up with for Frank's presence there among the homemade beef jerky (delicious) and fluorescent orange hunting caps were of the supernatural/quantum variety (e.g. by observing that particular audio book I changed its behavior into Time and Tide, whereas if Mullins observed the same audio book it would have appeared as a biography of Jeff Lynn or "Letters to Penthouse XVI: Hot and Uncensored").

It was good to see the old man, thought I would share with you all.

posted by umbilicalkid @ Monday, May 21, 2007