December 29, 2008
Driving to work in the deep country dark, his carís headlights sweep over the curves of the road, bringing the towering redwoods into shocking relief. He lights a cigarette. This is the time he uses to think before starting his shift, though he never knows if it will be a quiet night, swapping stories and playing cards with his co-workers, or one bringing injuries or death, the price of human follies and errors in judgment. Sometimes he likes not knowing; others, being prepared would help. Mostly, he thinks, stubbing out his cigarette, no-one knows. Itís just the way it is.