Angel Landing
“It was the start of things going dry in New York, and many of the men in Finn’s union had found jobs in faraway places, places as promising as San Jose and Santa Fe, and as poor and desolate as Buckley, West Virginia.
If Finn hadn’t known his destination he might have felt free, he might have enjoyed speeding down the New Jersey Turnpike in his battered Ford Falcon, he might have noticed owls in the trees when he passed over the Pennsylvania state line at dusk. But Finn knew that he was not driving on to New Mexico or California; he was headed toward a small mining town hidden in the hills, a town full of construction workers building a new coal-processing plant, and Finn didn’t smile once the whole drive down.
When he first saw Buckley, from high atop the Interstate, Finn’s heart dropped, it sank down low; not in his worst dreams had Finn imagined the thick halo of smoke that surrounded the town, he could not have guessed that a long stretch of clothesline strung from tree to tree in... front of an old farmhouse could have made him so sad.MoreLess
If Finn hadn’t known his destination he might have felt free, he might have enjoyed speeding down the New Jersey Turnpike in his battered Ford Falcon, he might have noticed owls in the trees when he passed over the Pennsylvania state line at dusk. But Finn knew that he was not driving on to New Mexico or California; he was headed toward a small mining town hidden in the hills, a town full of construction workers building a new coal-processing plant, and Finn didn’t smile once the whole drive down.
When he first saw Buckley, from high atop the Interstate, Finn’s heart dropped, it sank down low; not in his worst dreams had Finn imagined the thick halo of smoke that surrounded the town, he could not have guessed that a long stretch of clothesline strung from tree to tree in... front of an old farmhouse could have made him so sad.MoreLess
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