Open of BLACK HOUSE, by Stephen King and Peter Straub
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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right here and now, as an old friend used to say, We're in the fluid present where clear sightedness never guarantees perfect vision here, about 200 feet the height of a gliding eagle above Wisconsin's far western edge, where the vagaries of the Mississippi River declare a natural border. Now an early Friday morning in mid July, a few years into both a new century and a new millennium their way with courses so hidden that a blind man has a better chance of seeing what lies ahead than you are I right here and now. The hours just past 6 a.m. and the sun stands low in the cloudless eastern sky of fat, confident yellow white ball, advancing as ever for the first time toward the future and leaving in its wake the steadily accumulating past, which darkens as it recedes, making blind men of us all below. The early sun touches the rivers wide, soft ripples with molten highlights. Sunlight glints from the tracks of the Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad, running between the riverbank and the banks of the shabby two story houses along County Road Oh, known a snail house row, the lowest point of the comfortable looking little town extending uphill in eastward beneath us. At this moment in the Cooley country, life seems to be holding its breath. The motionless air around us carry such remarkable purity and sweetness that you might imagine a man could smell a radish pulled out of the ground a mile away. Moving toward the sun, we glide away from the river and over the shining tracks, the backyards and roofs of nail house row than a line of Harley Davidson motorcycles tilted on their kick stands. These UN pre processing little houses were built early in this century, recently vanished for the metal pours mold makers and great men employed by the Peterson nail factory on the grounds that working stiffs would be unlikely to complain about the flaws and their subsidized accommodations. They were constructed as cheaply as possible. Peterson Nail, which had suffered multiple hemorrhages during the fifties, finally bled to death in 1963. The waiting hardly suggests that the factory hands have been replaced by a motorcycle gang. The uniformly ferocious appearance of the Harley's owners. Wild haired, bushy bearded, swag bellied men sporting earrings, black leather jackets and listen, the full complement of teeth would seem to support this assumption. Like most assumptions, this one embodies and uneasy half truth. Well, if you've listened this long, chances are you're intrigued. Feel free to contact me and let's have a discussion. I know your time is valuable, so I won't waste it. I look forward to hearing from you and thanks for listening.