Or, the Mariners win 4-3
Alongside a two-lane highway by the quarry just outside of the small town of Cool, California, Ronnie is dying in a ditch.
An hour earlier, I had been driving with Katherine, taking a lazy Saturday away from studying or making wine to go see the foothills of the Sierra Nevada's. It was a simple enough thing to do on an April day. Yet, on the way home, as I turned a corner around a slight left on a two-lane highway in the middle of nowhere, the 1960's Chevy truck barreling down the road towards me turns my direction, over the center line.