We were lis­ten­ing to Doo­dles Weaver crack jokes on Rudy Vallee’s radio show when it hap­pened. We were catch­ing dust from the open car win­dows, the dry wind from the Black Mesa. Maybe if Aphe­lia hadn’t dri­ven her father’s rick­ety box-of-metal-on-wheels so hard, so reck­less, the one she stole, along with his police revolver, it […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…