Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Come Spring, Maine, & the Return of the Chevrolet Flock.

Had just received photos of a cool Santa Barbara Country C10 Chevrolet ( see the post) when the (nearly) identical truck rolled by our house in Maine:
The Maine machine is a short wheelbase edition, but I reckon they are both 1964 trucks, though I don't know the exact tell-tales for this era of Chevys, so maybe I'm wrong. (Here's pretty thorough list.)  The owner of the Maine truck was breaking her out of the barn for a little exercise on the cold, sunny, last day of February. The road was briefly dry. (More snow fell on Sunday night, with more due on Tuesday.) Most years we'd be seeing signs of spring by now on this part of the Maine coast. But this year...not. It is possible to sense a bit of solar heat along with the returning daylight, but not much. There's a reason one of the classic Maine novels is called Come Spring. The phrase sounds like a prayer. Today was briefly near 30 F, but near 0 is expected tonight, and nothing better than low 20s tomorrow. Ice on the bay (Maquoit) is four feet thick out to Bustin's Island. That's salt water, and very tidal. Doesn't usually freeze up. I've never seen it iced up for longer than 24 hours before, but it's been locked up for five weeks now. Will report on when (if) it breaks up. Meanwhile I'm counting this Chevy sighting as an early sighting of Spring.

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