Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
This is a large color photograph taken in mid sixties, I suspect. Right there in the front of the home place on Gobey Road. The person not pictured, and his or her story, right down to the brand of camera, indeed the provenance of this classic Appalachian image, will never be known. I well remember the Red Rambler sedan. It had a push-button-operated transmission device on the dash board.
