April 19
Bethesda
“Hold it!” Raul said, holding up his hand to get Pitch’s attention. Raul was standing at the edge of the trench that his backhoe operator was digging.
Pitch yanked on the handle with his right hand, tipping the bucket out of the dirt then pulling back on the other handle with his left hand to raise the boom and bucket up from the ground.
“Whatsa matter?” he shouted over the noise of the motor.
Raul’s hand remained in the air as he studied the freshly turned dirt just below the bucket.
“Swing that thing away for a sec,” he told Pitch, waving his hand away to make his point. Pitch pushed the left lever to the right and away from where Raul was standing.
The foreman stepped lightly into the shallow channel at his feet and reached down to retrieve a dirty, brown-covere
