October 21, 2006
The Nineteenth Dream: Trotters are running a graceful ballet in the snow while I drink a vodka gimlet in the grandstand. A man with short silver hair and blue eyes sits across a table from me. He's in a wheel chair. Both hands are on the arms of the chair, and he is leaning forward, excited about something, but I can't make out what he is saying. In a weeded lot behind a small barn is a green car with white homemade headers stabbing out the sides. On the side is painted The Grasshopper. Its number is 09.