SUN AND MOON, rise and fall: the well?worn wheels of nature that in Florida impinge where beach meets sea are in Pennsylvania mufed, softened1, sedimented over, clothed in the profoundly accustomed. In the Penn Park quarter?acre that Janice and Harry2 acquired a decade ago, there is, over toward the neighboring house built of clinker bricks, a weeping cherry tree, and he likes to be back when it blossoms, around April tenth. By then, too, baseball has come north ? Schmidt this year hitting two home runs in the first two games, squelching3 all talk that he was through and lawns are sending up tufts of garlic. The magnolias and quince are in bloom, and the forsythia is out, its glad cool yellow calling from every yard like a sudden declaration of the secret sap that runs through everybody's lives. A red haze4 of budding fills the maples5 along the curbs6 and runs through the woods that still exist, here and there, ever more thinly, on the edge of developments old and new.
His first days back, Rabbit likes to drive around, freshening his memory and hurting himself with the pieces of his old self that cling to almost every corner ofthe Brewer8 area. The streets where he was a kid are still there, though the trolley9 cars no longer run. The iron bridges, the railroad yards rust10 inside the noose11 of bypasses that now encircles the city. The license12 plates still have an orange keystone in the middle, but now say You've Got a Friend in Pennsylvania, which he always found sappy, and sappier still those imitation plates that can be bolted on the front bumper13 and say You've Got a Friend in JESUS. The covers of telephone directories boast The UnCommonwealth of Pennsylvania. Behind the wheel of his car, he gravitates to Mt. Judge, the town where he was born and raised, on the opposite side of Brewer from Penn Park. In this fortresslike sandstone church with its mismatching new wing, the Mt. Judge Evangelical Lutheran, he was baptized and confirmed, in a shirt that chafed14 his neck like it had been starched15 in lye, and here, further along Central, in front of a candy store now a photocopying16 shop, he first felt himself in love, with Margaret Schoelkopf in her pigtails and hightop shoes. His heart had felt numb18 and swollen19 above the sidewalk squares like one of those zeppelins you used to see in the sky, the squares of cement like city blocks far beneath his floating childish heart. Every other house in this homely20 borough21 holds the ghost of someone he once knew who now is gone. Empty to him as seashells in a collector's cabinet, these plain domiciles with their brick?pillared porches and dim front parlors22 don't change much; even the slummier row houses such as he and Janice lived in on Wilbur Avenue when they were first married are just the same in shape, climbing the hill like a staircase, though those dismal23 old asphalt sidings the tints24 of bruise25 and dung have given way to more festive26 substances imitating rough?hewn stone or wooden clapboards, thicker on some facades27 than others, so there is a little step up and down at the edges as your eye moves along the row. Harry always forgets, what is so hard to picture in flat Florida, the speckled busyness, the antic jammed architecture, the distant blue hilliness forcing in the foreground the gabled houses to climb and cling on the high sides of streets, the spiky28 retaining walls and sharp slopes crowned by a barberry hedge or tulip bed, slopes planted more and more no longer in lawn but ground cover like ivy29 or juniper that you don't have to mow30 once a week with those old?fashioned reel mowers. Some people would rig their mowers with a rope on the handle so they could let it slither clattering31 down and then pull it back up. Rabbit smiles in his car, remembering those wooden?handled old mowers and that longdead Methodist neighbor of theirs on Jackson Road Mom used to feud32 with about mowing33 the two?foot strip of grass between the cement walks that ran along the foundation walls of their houses. The old Methodist couple had bought the house from the Zims when they moved to Cleveland. Carolyn Zim had been so pretty ? like Shirley Temple only without the dimple, more of a Deanna Durbin sultriness, on this little girl's body ? that Mr. and Mrs. fought all the time, Mom said, Mrs. being jealous. He used to wait by his window for a glimpse in the soft evening of Carolyn undressing for bed, across the little air space. His room: he can almost remember the wallpaper, its extra?yellowed look above the radiator34, the varnished35 shelf where his teddy bears sat, the bushel basket his Tinker Toy spokes36 and hubs and his rubber soldiers and lead airplanes lived in. There was a taste, oilclothy, or like hot windowsill paint, or the vanilla38 and nutmeg when Mom baked a cake, to that room he can almost taste again, but not quite, it moves into the shadows, it slips behind the silver?painted radiator with its spines39 imprinted40 with scrolling41 designs in blurred42 low relief.
Brewer, too, that torpid43 hive, speaks to him of himself, of his past grown awesomely44 deep, so that things he remembers personally, V?E day or the Sunday Truman declared war on North Korea, are history now, which most of the people in the world know about only from books. Brewer was his boyhood city, the only city he knew. It still excites him to be among its plain flowerpot?colored blocks, its brick factories and row housing and great grim churches all mixed together, everything heavy and solid and built with an outmoded decorative45 zeal46. The all but abandoned downtown, wide Weiser Street which he can remember lit up and as crowded as a fairgrounds in Christmas season, has become a patchwork47 of rubble48 and parking lots and a few new glass?skinned buildings, stabs at renewal49 mostly occupied by banks and government agencies, the stores refusing to come back in from the malls on Brewer's outskirts50. The old Baghdad, once one of a half?dozen first?run movie theaters along Weiser, now stands between two vacant lots, its Arab?style tiles all stripped away and its marquee, that last advertised triple?X double features, peeling and rusting51 and holding the letters ELP and on the line below that SAV ME scrambled52 remnant of an appeal for historic restoration. The movie palaces of his boyhood, packed with sweet odors and dark velvet54, murmurs55 and giggles56 and held hands, were history. HELP SAVE ME. There had been a kind of Moorish57 fountain in the lobby, colored lights playing on the agitated58 water. The music store, Chords 'n' Records, that Ollie Fosnacht used to run twenty years ago a few doors up from the Baghdad, and that then became Fidelity59 Audio, is still a store, called now The Light Fantastic, selling running shoes, two whole windows of them. Must be a market for them among the minorities. Mug and run.
In Rabbit's limited experience, the more improvements they've loaded onto running shoes, the more supporting pads and power wedges and scientifically designed six?ply60 soles and so on, the stiffer and less comfortable they've become: as bad as shoes. And those running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric. green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display. Ollie Fosnacht's estranged61 wife Peggy died about eight years ago, of breast cancer that had metastasized. Rabbit reflects that she was the first woman he has slept with who has died, has actually bitten the bullet. Then realizes this is not true. There was Jill. He used to fuck Jill that crazy summer, though he could tell she didn't much like it. Too young to like it. And maybe that whore in Texas who with a curious drawling courtesy made him an unvirgin is dead now too. They don't have long lives, with the hours, the booze, the beatings.
And the drugs that most of them are into, and AIDS. But, then, who does live forever? We all take a beating. Must be the way they figure, it's sooner or later. They're just like us only more so. These guys in prison now who bite the guards to give them AIDS with their saliva62. We're turning into mad dogs ?the human race is one big swamp of viruses.
Back from the hollow center of Brewer, in the tight brick rows built a century ago when the great mills now abandoned or turned into factory outlet63 stores still smoked and vibrated, spinning textiles and casting steel, life goes on as lively as ever, though in a darker shade. He likes cruising these streets. In April at least they brim with innocent energy. Four leggy young blacks cluster about a bicycle being repaired. A Hispanic girl in the late?afternoon slant64 of sun steps out of her narrow slice of a house in high silk heels and a lilac?colored party dress and a diagonal purple sash and at her waist a great cloth rose: she is a flower, the moment says, and a swarm65 ofboys has gathered, jostling, bumbling, all dressed in steelgray windbreakers and green Army pants, a gang uniform of sorts, Harry supposes. In Brewer people still use the streets, they sit out on their steps and little porches in an expectant way you never see in Deleon. And the Pennsylvania row houses take a simple square approach to shelter, not so different from those cities of aligned66 cereal boxes the teacher had you set up with cut?out doors and crayoned?on windows in first grade; it makes Harry happy after his winter in Florida with its condominiums interwoven with golf courses, its tile?roofed towers of time?shared apartments, its villages that aren't villages, its thousand real?estate angles and prettifications of the flimsy.
In the slate67?gray two?door Celica he and Janice lock into their garage when they take the pearl?gray Canny68 wagon69 south in the fall, he feels safe gliding70 along and attracts not too many stares, though in the tough section near the tracks, on the rounded corner step of a boarded?up tavern71, a little rounded dark girl in a sweatshirt sits in the lap of a boy already barechested though the spring air is still chilly72, and alternately kisses him with a languid and determined73 open mouth and gazes insolently74 at the cars streaming by. The half?naked boy is too stoned to stare, perhaps, but she gives Harry a look through the Celica's side window that would wipe him away if it could. Fuck her. Fuck him, her eyes say. She seemed to sense what he was doing, rolling by, trying to steal a little life for himself out of the south Brewer scene, all these lives that are young and rising like sap where his is old and sinking.
There has been a lot of living in these tired streets. The old row houses have been repainted, residinged, updated with aluminum75 awnings76 and ironwork railings themselves grown old. They are slots still being filled, with street numbers the builders set in stained?glass fanlights above the doors. The blocks were built solid, there would never be any renumbering. Once he lived in one of these ? number 326, the number of his hospital room reminded him ? with Ruth, and used to shop for quick necessities at that corner store there, now called ROSA'S GROCERIES (Tienda de Comestibles), and stare out the window at the rose window of a limestone78 church now become the PAL53 Community Center / Centro Comunidad. The city is quicker than he remembers it, faster on the shuffle79, as the blocks flicker80 by, and buildings that he felt when a boy were widely spaced now appear adjacent. The coughdrop factory, the skyscraper81 courthouse, the Y where he tried to take swimming lessons and caught pneumonia82 instead, coming out into the winter streets with wet hair, are all around corners from one another, and close to the post office with its strange long empty lobby, busy and lighted only at one end where a grate or two is up, and to the Ben Franklin, a proud gilded83 downtown hotel now a Ramada Motor Inn. There his class, Mt. Judge '51, had its senior prom, he in a summer tux and Mary Ann in a lavender satin strapless gown whose crinoline petticoats gave them so much trouble in the car afterward84 they had to laugh, her round white thighs85 lost in all those rustling86 folds and hems77, Easter eggs in a papery nest, her underpants damp from all the dancing, a spongy cotton pillow, stuffed with her moss87, a powerful moist musk88 scent89, Mary Ann the first woman whose smell he made his own, all of her his own, every crevice90, every mood, before he went off to do his two years in the Army and she without a word of warning married somebody else. Maybe she sensed something about him. A loser. Though at eighteen he looked like a winner. Whenever he went out with Mary Ann, knowing she was his to harvest in the warm car, the blue family Plymouth, he felt like a winner, offhand91, calm, his life set at an irresistible92 forward slant.
Two blocks toward the mountain from the Ben Franklin, under Eisenhower Avenue where it lifts up in a wooden?railed hump to pass over, the laborers93 of old hand?dug a great trench94 to bring the railroad tracks into the city, tracks disused now, and the cut, walled in limestone, a pit for tossing beer cans and soda95 bottles down into, whole garbage bags even, mattresses96; Brewer was always a tough town, a railroad town, these blocks along the tracks full of tough men, bleary hoboes who'd offer to blow you for a quarter, sooty hotels where card games went on for days, bars whose front windows were cracked from the vibration97 of the trains going past, the mile?long trains of coal cars pulling right across Weiser, stopping all traffic, like the time he and Ruth waited for one to pass, the neon lights of a long?gone Chinese restaurant flickering98 in her many?colored hair.
These red?painted bricks, these imitation gray stones, have seen heartbreaking things but don't know it. A block or two toward the mountain from Ruth's old street ? Summer Street it was, though they had lived there in spring, summer spelled their end Rabbit is suddenly driving in a white tunnel, trees on both sides of the street in white blossoms, the trees young and oval in shape and blending one into the other like clouds, the sky's high blue above tingeing99 the topmost blossoms as it does the daytime moon. And up top where there is most light the leaves are beginning to unfold, shiny and small and heart?shaped, as he knows because he is moved enough to pull the Celica to the curb7 and park and get out and pull off a single leaf to study, as if it will be a clue to all this glory. Along the sidewalk in this radiant long grove100 shadowy people push baby carriages and stand conversing101 by their steps as if oblivious102 of the beauty suspended above them, enclosing them, already shedding a confetti of petals103: they are in Heaven. He wants to ask one of them the name of these trees, and how they came to be planted here in these hard brick blocks of Brewer, luxuriant as the ficus trees that line the avenues of Naples down in Florida, but feels shy in their gaze toward him, himself a shadow in this filtered tunnel light of blossoms, a visitor, an intruder from the past, and figures they would not know anyway, or if they did know would think him too strange for asking.
But Janice knows. When he describes this experience to her, she says, "Those are these Bradford pear trees the city is planting everywhere the old elms and buttonwoods are dying off. It blossoms but doesn't bear any fruit, and is very hardy104 in city conditions. It doesn't mind carbon dioxide or any of that."
"Why have I never seen them before?"
"You have, Harry, I'm sure. They've been putting them in for ten years now at least. There've been articles in the paper. One of the girls over at the club's husband is on the Improvement Commission."
"I never saw anything like it. It broke me all up."
She is busy re?establishing them in the Penn Park house, cleaning away the winter's cobwebs and polishing the Koerner silver her mother left her, and she moves away from him impatiently. "You've seen, it's just you see differently now."
Since his heart attack, she means. Since nearly dying. He faintly feels with Janice now like one of the dead they used to say came back and watched over the survivors105, living with them invisibly like the mice in the walls. She often doesn't seem to hear him, or take him quite seriously. She goes off across Brewer to visit Nelson and Pru and their children in Mt. Judge, or to remake acquaintance with her female buddies106 over at the Flying Eagle Country Club, where the clay tennis courts are being rolled and readied and the golf course is already green and receiving play. And she is looking for a job. He thought she had been kidding after seeing Working Girl, but no, the women her age almost all do something now ? one of her tennis buddies is a physical therapist with muscles in her arms and shoulders like you wouldn't believe, and another, Dons Eberhardt, who used to be Doris Kaufmann, has become a diamond expert and takes the bus over to New York practically every week and carries hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of gems107 back and forth108, and a third woman she knows works in the booming new field of de?asbestosizing homes and buildings like factories and schools. It seems there's no end of old asbestos to ferret out. Janice thinks she might go into real estate. A friend of a friend works mostly on weekends and makes over fifty thousand a year in commissions.
Harry asks her, "Why not go over and help Nelson run the lot? Something's going flooey over there."
"That's no fun, hiring myself. And you know how sensitive Nelson is at the idea of us interfering109."
"Yeah ? why is that?"
Janice has all the answers, now that she is back with her female crowd of know?it?alls over at the Flying Eagle. "Because he's grown up in the shadow of a dominating father."
"I'm not dominating. I'm a pushover, if you ask me."
"You are to him. Psychologically dominating. You're certainly a lot taller. And were a wonderful athlete."
"Were is right. A wonderful athlete whose doctors say he has to ride a golf cart and not do anything more violent than brisk walking."
"And you don't do it, Harry. I haven't seen you walk further than to the car and back."
"I've been doing some gardening."
"If you can call it that."
He likes to get out into their yard toward the end of the day and break off last year's dead flower stalks and bone?white old poke37 plants and burn them in a fire kindled110 on the day's newspaper, the Brewer Standard. The lawn needed a mowing badly when they arrived and the bulb beds should have been uncovered in March. The snowdrops and crocuses came and went while they were in Florida; the hyacinths are at their peak and the tulips up but still with pointy green heads. Rabbit feels peace at the moment of the day when the light dims and the weeping cherry glows in the dusk, its florets like small pink bachelor buttons and the whole droop111?branched womanly forgiving shape of it gathering112 to itself a neon pallor as the shadows lengthen113 and dampen; the earth's revolution advances a bit more and the scraps114 of sunlight linger longer under the April sky with its jet trails and icy horsetails, just a few golden rags caught in the shaggy forsythia over toward the neighboring mansion115 built of thin yellow bricks, and the struggling hemlock116, and the tallest of the rhododendrons by the palisade fence you see from the kitchen window. Janice put up a bird feeder in the hemlock a few falls ago, even though Doris Kaufmann or some other busybody told her it was cruel to birds to put up a feeder when you weren't there in the winter, a plastic sphere tilted117 like Saturn118, and he fills it with sunflower seed when he thinks of it. Putting up bird feeders was the sort of thing her mother used to do but would never have occurred to Janice when they were younger and old Bessie was still alive. Our genes119 keep unfolding as long as we five. Harry tastes in his teeth a sourness that offended him on his father's breath. Poor Pop. His face yellowed like a dried apricot at the end. Bessie had the feeders all on wires and poles in her Joseph Street back yard to frustrate120 the squirrels. The copper121 beech122 by their old bedroom, with the nuts that would pop on their own all night, attracted the squirrels, she would say, making her lap and setting her hands on her knees as if God had cooked up squirrels just to bedevil her. Harry had liked Bessie, though she screwed him in her will. Never forgave him for that time in '59. Died of diabetes123 and its circulatory complications the day after Princess Di gave birth to little Prince William, the last living thing Bessie was interested in, would there be a future king of England? ? that and the Hinckley trial, she thought they should hang the boy on the steps of the Capitol, right there in the sunshine, letting him off as insane was a scandal. The old lady was terrified of having her legs amputated at the end the way her own mother had. Harry can even remember Bessie's mother's name. Hannah. Hannah Koerner. Hard to believe he will ever be as dead as Hannah Koerner.
Before the April evening falls, the birds, big and little, that the feeder attracts flutter and hop17 to take a drink or splash their feathers in the blue?bottomed cement pond some earlier owner of this little place, this snug124 limestone cottage tucked in among the bigger Penn Park homes, created. The cement pool is cracked but still holds water. Like himself, Rabbit thinks, turning toward his house with its lit windows that seem as far away and yet as strangely close as his parents' house used to when he was a kid playing Twentyone or Horse with Mim and the other children of the neighborhood out at the backboard on the garage in the alley125 behind their long narrow yard on Jackson Road. Then as now, waking from twilit daydreams126, he discovered himself nearer a shining presence than he thought, near enough for it to cast a golden shadow ahead of his steps across the yard; then it was his future, now it is his past.
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