Float Planes to Steel Elevators HTML version
The trouble with boat motors is that they were finicky. When they ran they did
so, and then a minor thing could bring the newest one puttering or cut dead. Big
Bruno didn’t deal with the sea stuff. His reputation as a neighborhood
handyman was strong, taking life from days in the backyard, engineering
slingshots when he was younger. Moving on to the garage, and immigrating to
Telsan in his late teens.
People approached him. He had a movie director’s appeal, with a hint of mob
history in his dialect. By his bungalow he often sat on the bench and looked back
as he puffed. Dog walkers were intrigued, and exercised in the park. Terriers
ruled the trim lot. They were hovering scouts, devout investigators and content
to zoom endlessly.
There was no such thing as a weekend. Most in the area had spouses that
traveled. Evenings became a time for getting out of the house. You had the wine
tasters club alongside horseshoes. Photographers. Night junkies.
Sometimes dawn came. It’s where you found your match. You’d have a friend
or two dragging for a story. It’d slide toward lunch at Diego’s and everything
kept pace. Afternoon siestas weren’t mentioned. You just took turns.
At the train station you saw a chord of hesitation. Arrivals were hit by a jagged
wall of local peddlers. They sold where to stay. If it wasn’t common knowledge
that Benny or Tony also had a furnished downstairs, but you were better off with
this deal, you were told. It was closer. Although most had prior arrangements,
the whole process worked.
Eva came through the distant lights. She had chestnut hair and grew up in the
outback, by way of wind and kerosene lamps, dreaming often. She coasted
through highschool and thought about veterinary school to the feverish point of
tossing her application behind some boxes, and running off. After weeks of
roaming she spotted a poster at a laundry mat, a distant education course of
some kind. She’d heard of Telsan and got a ticket at a fair price in an attempt to
settle in its promise.
Surprisingly, or more accordingly it took her under its wing. She found a place
to rent with a sizeable backyard, undiscovered laneways beyond the fence.
Having but an awareness of an exciting movement was enough. It might have
been that that drew her to read different things, and then go walking
immediately after. Learn by association, she said.
Telsan fluctuated at about sixty thousand residents. It had a rhythmic continuity
that felt like the populace grew. Rumors spread and hit the ridge, dissipating,
eventually becoming a closed loop system. What was exported had many knots.