I knew him briefly as Jules,
\nconscientious friend from the Johnson war years
\nwho roamed his opalescent silver-blue Jag
\nin a time-space we named \u201cThe Great Open Range.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lived in a cabin on a frozen lake,
\nsnake-sitting his sister\u2019s taut \u201cBaby-Boy\u201d
\nwhile she waitressed the season in the Carribean.
\nWe had take-out Surf \u2018n Turf: one fork, one knife, one cup of wine.
\nDodging the draft of the pines required some intimacy.<\/p>\n
One night, driving around, he talked about moving to Canada.
\nAs I lit a cigarette, we were struck. The spoked wheels spun
\nand slid us around. Jules\u2019 eyes shadowed over as the doorlight turned on.
\nHe was out and running.<\/p>\n
The kid who threw the snowball with a rock core The kid climbed the snowbank the same minute Jules let go, He drove me home, then down the street like the speed of light.<\/p>\n I knew him briefly as Jules, conscientious friend from the Johnson war years who roamed his opalescent silver-blue Jag in a time-space we named \u201cThe Great Open Range.\u201d He lived in a cabin on a frozen lake, snake-sitting his sister\u2019s taut \u201cBaby-Boy\u201d while she waitressed the season in the Carribean. We had take-out Surf \u2018n […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-P4","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3166"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3166"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3166\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10345,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3166\/revisions\/10345"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3166"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3166"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3166"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhad been caught and held against the car, begged us not to shoot
\nas he watched Jules\u2019 hand reach behind the driver\u2019s seat,
\nand into a basket of blankets. He was older than I expected, crying,
\nas \u201cBaby-Boy\u201d breathed down his neck, ready to constrict
\nto keep himself warm. I remember asking: Do I object,<\/em>
\nplead for the punk\u2019s release? Do I believe we could have been killed?<\/em>
\nWhat don\u2019t I know that he knows?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nshouting into the night: \u201cHey, it\u2019s death next time.\u201d<\/p>\nJeannine Savard<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"