Feb 15, 2012
Things are both coming to a head and an end, putting Tracker smack in the middle of the mess. The more he learns the more he realizes the lesson is lost. Nountown is not hospitable for any kind of growth, certainly not intellectual and probably not agricultural. It was time for Tracker to stop sowing and start to reap a little. After he changed his beaten-up clothes and put on some practical shoes. Of course, he didn't expect to get back in that Buick. But once he did, he began to figure out where to go and who to see. And where to stand so the light hits his upper torso just so. Just so Delicacy and her Mom can get a good look at him.