For Mom and Dad
The ball I threw while playing in the park
Has not yet reached the ground
SAN JOSE, CA 1990
Was it all just too good to be true? Jason asked himself. He was sitting in the passenger seat of a work truck as he reflected keenly on the life changing events of the previous few months. He began to daydream as he looked out across the austere expanse of unadorned, one and two story, concrete Silicon Valley tilt-ups. I had a good job with room to grow, he reminisced as the truck passed one business park after another, I had all my friends, Christine and I didn’t have a care in the world. How did things change so quick, and how did I get here? he lamented, then worried if all the good times were gone. The morning sun was above the eastern Mount Hamilton range and shone across the hazy, late autumn sky. The faceless buildings cast shadows on half filled parking lots and dry landscaping.
“So what do you think about all this?” Hal asked from the driver’s seat.
“Huh?” Jason was knocked off his train of thought.
“You know, what’s going on in the Persian Gulf. They’ve been talking about it on the radio all morning.”
“Oh, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Jason once again noticed the news talk over the radio. He was a little annoyed at the interruption, then wondered how long his mind was somewhere else.
“Don’t you follow the news? This is going to be major.”
“Of course. I was just thinking about some other stuff.”
“We may soon be going to war,” Hal emphasized. “What’s more important than that?”
“Look, I hear ya,” Jason agreed, “but I got other things on my mind right now.”
“More important than what’s going on?”
“Maybe not, but it’s important to me.” Jason sensed Hal’s waiting for an answer. “You know, personal stuff.” He tried to hold onto the series of memories he was thinking of as he waited for the intrusion to end.
“Okay, I won’t pry. But you might want to start paying attention to what’s going on. I’m too old to be drafted, but you aren’t.”
“No one’s been drafted in years,” Jason replied. “I’m not worried about that.”
“Well if things gets worse, you’ll hear about it,” Hal warned.
“I’m sure I will,” Jason answered reflexively. They drove along further through the maze of nondescript structures.
“Well, maybe it’ll be good for the economy. Wars usually are,” Hal pointed out.
“Yeah, as long as you don’t get killed.”
“Serious, look around at all these tech businesses. This whole valley was built because of the Defense Department, and with the Cold War over we need something new to keep the gears turning.”
Hal continued to talk as Jason looked out the window lost in thought. He tried to turn his attention back to the present and the job ahead that day, but the past kept drawing him in. When did it all start to change? he wondered, the year started out really good, every weekend was a party, I almost had my sixty units so I could transfer to a four year school, everything was looking bright.
Jason then remembered how credit card bills suddenly piled up at around the same time the rent on the house he was sharing with friends increased. When was that, he tried to recall, March? April? He then remembered how his parents let him move back home so he could pay off his debt quicker, and how he told himself, and everyone else, that it was only a temporary situation, and everyone agreed. But he was also bothered by the idea that he was taking a step backward.
Jason leaned back in his seat and rested his arm on the window frame. Did my life already hit its peak? he dreaded, is it all downhill from here? His memory searched from the beginning of the year onward. He thought back to a company meeting at his last job in the early summer, not long after he moved back home but when things were still good. That was some day, he remembered fondly, they said everything was looking up, and the future was only going to get better…we were true believers.
Jason focused on that day.
©2016 Robert Kirkendall