Departure, By Bus, Elicits Tears

We’re at the Greyhound bus station of a small town in Nebraska. Adair’s parents see her off. To NYC.

They’ve never been.

This is “packed” with emotion.

Good God.

I don’t mean “packed” with emotion as meat is packed, especially not the “meat” we call Spam.

As well as corn, Nebraska does produce itself a lot of high grade beef.

(Later, we will, following Oscar Wilde, go into, or explore, the grades of beef.)

The question is, “Where is the beef?”

The answer is, “In Nebraska.”

Packed with emotion: the packing is not a meat packing; the emotion is high-grade, high grade beef, not spam.

And yet, dang it all, if there isn’t just a bit of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks,

Okay, see what I mean. I wanted to give you Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, though you could easily Google it, if you really wanted. I, against my intention, give you an image with an empty alt attribute, with a file name 6AEKkO_F-9wicw as if that matters.

Adair and her parents are in a Greyhound bus station, choking with emotion, drowning in tears which they restrain.

They restrain the tears, causing the tears, to go, not down their cheeks, but into the upper part of their digestive tracts, which, in this indices, means their nose. To the uninitiated, the tear is water. The nose is a thing we breathe through. Water going into a breathing “apparatus” causes drowning.