The Swift Passage Of The Animals

The Swift Passage of the AnimalsHigh in the sierras with a great girl, bountiful snow--and no shovelShe was trying to tell him something about eels, how it had rained eels one night on a town in South America--in Colombia, she thought it was--but he was only half listening. He was willing himself to focus on the road, the weather getting worse by the minute, and he had to keep one hand on the tuner because the radio was fading in and out as they looped higher into the mountains. "It was a w...