Amy Shaftoe smiles cryptically.
"What?" Randy demands.
"You sounded just like a Shaftoe when you said that," Amy says.
Randy drives the car in silence for about half an hour after that. He was right, he suspects: it was a pivotal moment in the relationship. All he can do now is totally screw it up. So he shuts up and drives.
Just finished two months on the AT. Spending August in Kingfield as a man of leisure. In September I head for NYC to get to work.
Tool watch - my dad's Seiko diver, my grandfather's Omega, my great-grandfather's "chock full o' radium" Tavannes
Camera - D810. 20 f/1.8, 50 f/1.8, 105 f/2 when it arrives, 200-500 bazooka
Headphones - AudioTechnica closed cans. FLAC for days.
Chef's knife - Miyabi birchwood. I have a thing for damascus. It's a thing.
Pourover cone - and my ROK grinder, and big ol' bag of Tandem
You want to bike down to Farmington for sushi or hike up Mount A and have a trailbeer at the summit.
You want to sit on my porch-swing and drink through a french press and talk about nothing at all.
There are a lot of stars up here. I'll never get tired of watching them.