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Ping.<br />
When Billy came out, Dan nodded to his wrapped footlong. “Save that a couple of minutes. As<br />
long as we’re in Boulder, there’s something I want to check out.”<br />
Five minutes later, they were on Arapahoe Street. Two blocks from the seedy little bar-and-café<br />
district, he told Billy to pull over. “Go on and chow that chicken. I won’t be long.”<br />
Dan got out of the truck and stood on the cracked sidewalk, looking at a slumped three-story<br />
building with a sign in the window reading EFFICIENCY APTS GOOD STUDENT VALUE. The<br />
lawn was balding. Weeds grew up through the cracks in the sidewalk. He had doubted that this place<br />
would still be here, had believed that Arapahoe would now be a street of condos populated by well-todo<br />
slackers who drank lattes from Starbucks, checked their Facebook pages half a dozen times a day,<br />
and Twittered like mad bastards. But here it was, and looking—so far as he could tell—exactly as it<br />
had back in the day.<br />
Billy joined him, sandwich in one hand. “We’ve still got seventy-five miles ahead of us, Danno.<br />
Best we get our asses up the pass.”<br />
“Right,” Dan said, then went on looking at the building with the peeling green paint. Once a little<br />
boy had lived here; once he had sat on the very piece of curbing where Billy Freeman now stood<br />
munching his chicken footlong. A little boy waiting for his daddy to come home from his job<br />
interview at the Overlook Hotel. He had a balsa glider, that little boy, but the wing was busted. It<br />
was okay, though. When his daddy came home, he would fix it with tape and glue. Then maybe they<br />
would fly it together. His daddy had been a scary man, and how that little boy had loved him.<br />
Dan said, “I lived here with my mother and father before we moved up to the Overlook. Not much,<br />
is it?”<br />
Billy shrugged. “I seen worse.”<br />
In his wandering years, Dan had, too. Deenie’s apartment in Wilmington, for instance.<br />
He pointed left. “There were a bunch of bars down that way. One was called the Broken Drum.<br />
Looks like urban renewal missed this side of town, so maybe it’s still there. When my father and I<br />
walked past it, he’d always stop and look in the window, and I could feel how thirsty he was to go<br />
inside. So thirsty it made me thirsty. I drank a lot of years to quench that thirst, but it never really<br />
goes away. My dad knew that, even then.”<br />
“But you loved him, I guess.”<br />
“I did.” Still looking at that shambling, rundown apartment house. Not much, but Dan couldn’t<br />
help wondering how different their lives might have been if they had stayed there. If the Overlook had<br />
not ensnared them. “He was good and bad and I loved both sides of him. God help me, I guess I still<br />
do.”<br />
“You and most kids,” Billy said. “You love your folks and hope for the best. What else can you do?<br />
Come on, Dan. If we’re gonna do this, we have to go.”<br />
Half an hour later, Boulder was behind them and they were climbing into the Rockies.