Hawks and eagles fly over on their way to the river just beyond the woods behind the towering screen. Before the movies, you can throw a football around with your kids. It’s cheap and they have a snack bar straight out of some 1950s teenage rebellion flick set in Texas. Friday and Saturday nights, they show two current features here starting around dark. It’s a straight shot throwback to another era. The flea market is going down at this old drive-in theater. It’s the only indication that something really bad happened here not long ago. A simple sign on someone’s front lawn says ‘We Love Our PSP’. It’s such a bright morning here: the idea of deer rifles and death seems so far away as we hang the right at the bottom of the hill. I think it’s the only way you can be at that age. The trooper that was murdered was 29 years old. I keep wondering if anyone was watching from their kitchen window. It was pretty much the only ending on the menu at that point. In the end, he wounded one senior trooper and killed another younger one before they cornered him against a row of trees by someone’s house. Later in the afternoon, he led the authorities on a wild goose chase down country roads. We get off the exit of the highway and pass the State Police barracks where a guy started shooting at parked cop cars last month. The land here, along the formidable Juniata River - as she eases towards the vast Susquehanna, then rolls southbound into the Chesapeake Bay - it is ancient and rocky and wild and creepy. The soybean fields are green Volkswagen traffic jams as far as the eye can see.įarmers raise their eyes to the skies and thank God.

The ride down there is lovely the Juniata Valley is lush now the early summer drought of June having been bashed in the head by somebody somewhere doing some kind of intense rain dance.

We are going to peddle her creative wares, but there is a real possibility (read that: guarantee) that I will wander/ and seek/ and peruse. Sinead O’Connor This past Saturday morning, me and Arle get up early to go to the flea market. “You must not try to be too pure, you must fly closer to the sea.”

World conqueror 4 1950