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On the seat beside me a well-taped cardboard cube contains what remains of my father. The going is slow, but we get to the bottom by and by and sitting on some moss, we rest awhile, the cube and I, beside the snow-chilled stream.
When you can you take the Skyway but the back way will get you there just the same. When I moved back to Paradise after being gone for more than 60 years everything had changed but nothing had changed.
Superimposed over Paradise as it is was Paradise as it was. Not everywhere but in the rise and roll of the land and roads; in the place names and the clearings, in the canyons and the crests.
I can always hold this phantasm at bay, filter it out to get the errands of the day done. And then in an unguarded moment, it returns. One afternoon soon after I arrived in Paradise I saw my father standing next to the Skyway. I saw my father, alive as you or me, and dead these forty years.
Paradise was not just Paradise. It was a ghost town. And it was filled with my ghosts. I first saw my father in the middle of the day next to Big O Tires on the Skyway.
Then I glanced down to the left of the showroom at a small vacant building next door. It was caked with many years of paint. The latest coats were pale gray with a light blue trim. The windows were sheets of painted plywood nailed tight to the frames and the door was shut solid with a large padlock.
Then as I looked at it my father walked through the closed and padlocked door and, like me, stood looking down hill as the traffic paused at the light and then turned left or right at the T-junction. He stood there for about a minute as I watched him without moving, the smell of new tires in my nostrils.
Then he turned and walked back through the walls and into his office. I told myself that what I had just experienced was some sort of vivid memory from my childhood as a kind of faint film from my mind projected onto the mundane present.
Yes, that was all it was. It only felt like seeing a ghost. In broad daylight in deep December, dressed for summer in his crisp white shirt.
He came to me out of the streets in the Red City that persists off and on over the years in my dreams. He was wearing a hospital smock stained with large patches of his blood. This time, on the Skyway of Paradise, he was looking much better; looking at home with the dead.
I had a brief moment of disappointment that he was gone before we could continue the conversation from where he left off in my dream, but having been briefly dead I knew that the dead have little to say to the living.
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