Redwood Summer Part I Chapter 1

For Mom and Dad

The ball I threw while playing in the park
Has not yet reached the ground

-Dylan Thomas

…almost perfect…

SAN JOSE, CA 1990

Jason stared out the side window of a pickup truck as it sped along a Santa Clara Valley freeway. I used to have it all, he reminisced, a good job with room to grow, all my friends were together, Christine and I didn’t have a care in the world, the future looked bright…did it all come to an end? He looked back on all the life changes over the previous few months until the gathering memories then came to a painful recollection. And poor Randy, he thought regretfully.

The morning sun shone above Mount Hamilton and across the hazy, early winter sky as the truck slowed, exited off the freeway, and merged onto a busy thoroughfare. Faceless Silicon Valley buildings cast shadows on half filled parking lots and dry landscaping. Jason looked at the sterile expanse of unadorned one and two story concrete tilt-ups and was dispirited by its plainness. How did things change so fast? he wondered, maybe it was all just too good to be true.

“So what do you think about this?” Hal asked from the driver’s seat.

Jason was knocked off his train of thought. “Huh?”

“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 be going to war soon,” Hal emphasized. “What’s more important than that?”

“Look, I hear ya,” Jason said, “but I got a lot of 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 waiting for an answer. “Personal stuff, you know.” 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 sweating that.”

“Well if things gets worse, you’ll hear about it,” Hal warned.

“I’m sure I will,” Jason answered reflexively. They drove along passing by more nondescript business parks.

“It might be good for the economy,” Hal pointed out. “Wars usually are.”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t get killed.”

“Seriously, 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 return his attention to the present and what he had to do that day, but the past kept drawing him in. When did it all start to change? he pondered, the year started out really good, every weekend was a party, I was working on my sixty units so I could transfer to a four year school, everything was right on track.

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 or April? He further remembered how his parents let him move back home so he could pay off his debt quicker, how he told himself, and everyone else, that it was only a temporary situation, and how everyone agreed, but he was also bothered by the idea that he was taking a step backward.

Jason leaned back and rested his arm on the window frame. Did life already hit its peak? he worried, is it all downhill from here? and how did I end up here in the first place? He pored over his memories from the beginning of the year onward and looked for a turning point. His search began to focus on a company meeting at his old job in the early summer, not long after he moved back home but when life was 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 thought back to that day.

©2016 Robert Kirkendall

Redwood Summer Chapter 2