A Miracle Of Rare Device
January, 1962
On a Day Neither Too Mellow nor too tart, too hot nor too cold, the ancient tin lizzie came over the desert hill traveling at commotion speed. The vibration of the various armored parts of the car caused road-runners to spurt up in floury bursts of dust. Gila monsters, lazy displays of Indian jewelry, took themselves out of the way. Like an infestation, the Ford clamored and dinned away into the deeps of the wilderness.In the front seat, squinting back, Old Will Bantlin shouted, "Turn off!&...
