It was time to go, so he got in the car in the garage behind the house, started it up, and backed out slowly into the cinder alley, rolling slowly down the hill, thinking of the ice in winter, then turned left to the half paved half brick street Fairview with now green blooming maple trees, knowing they all would turn yellow, orange, and red by October, then right to Park and up and turning onto Perry Highway accelerating and gliding past Brandt’s Oldsmobile, easing up at the hairpin gliding downhill past Betsy Ann’s candies, Winky’s hamburgers, and the V.F.W., past West View Park at the bottom of the hill, glad he had gotten tickets there already for The Jaggerz in three days at the Fourth of July celebration and fireworks, looked both ways for “crossing street cars dinging their bells,”
