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major part of my reason for journeying to the west coast so we call him up
to Los Gatos fifty miles away down the Santa Clara Valley and I hear his
dear sad voice saying "Been waitin for ya old buddy, come on down right
away, but I'll be goin to work at midnight so hurry up and you can visit me
at work soon's the boss leaves round two and I'll show you my new job of
tire recappin and see if you cant bring a little somethin like a girl or
sumptin, just kiddin, come on down pal... "
So there's old Willie waiting for us down on the street parked across
from the little pleasant Japanese liquor store where as usual, according to
our ritual, I run and get Pernod or Scotch or anything good while Dave
wheels around to pick me up at the store door, and I get in the front seat
at Dave's right where I belong all the time like old Honored Samuel Johnson
while everybody else that wants to come along has to scramble back there on
the mattress (a full mattress, the seats are out) and squat there or lie
down there and also generally keep silent because when Dave's got the wheel
of Willie in his hand and I've got the bottle in mine and we're off on a
trip the talking all comes from the front seat... "By God" yells Dave all
glad again, "it's just like old times Jack, gee old Willie's been sad for
ya, waiting for ya to come back - So now I'm gonna show ya how old Willie's
even improved with age, had him reconditioned in Reno last month, here he
goes, are you ready Willie? " and off we go and the beauty of it allthis
particular summer is that the front right seat is broken and just rocks back
and forth gently to every one of Dave's driving moves - It's like sitting
in a rocking chair on a porch only this is a moving porch and a porch to
talk on at that - And insteada watching old men pitch horseshoes from this
here talking porch it's all that fine white clean line in the middle of the
road as we go flying like birds over the Harrison ramps and whatnot Dave
always uses to sneak out of Frisco real fast and avoid all the traffic...
Soon we're set straight and pointed head on down beautiful fourlane Bayshore
Highway to that lovely Santa Clara Valley... But I'm amazed that after only
a few years the damn thing no longer has prune fields and vast beet fields
like at Lawrence when I was a brakeman on the Southern Pacific and even
after) it's one long row of houses right down the line fifty miles to San
Jose like a great monstrous Los Angeles beginning to grow south of Frisco.
At first it's beautiful to just watch that white line reel in to
Willie's snout but when I start looking around out the window there's just
endless housing tracts and new blue factories everywhere - Sez Dave "Yes
that's right, the population explosion is gonna cover every bit of backyard
dirt in America someday in fact they'll even have to start piling up friggin
levels of houses and others over that like your city City CITY till the
houses reach a hundred miles in the air in all directions of the map and
people looking at the earth from another planet with super telescopes will
see a prickly ball hanging in space - It's like real horrible when you come
to think of it, even us with our fancy talks, shit man it's all millions of
people and events piling up almost unimaginable now, like raving baboons
we'll all be piled on top of each other or one another or whatever you're
sposed to say - Hundreds of millions of hungry mouths raving for more more
more - And the sadness of it all is that the world hasn't any chance to
produce say a writer whose life could really actually touch all this life in
every detail like you always say, some writers could bring you sobbing thru