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...quite another matter. If the Granite State is edible, it is a poor sort of granite. Less-favored areas of the nation have mudslides, floods, strip mining, droughts, marching armies of real estate agents with compound eyes and side-mounted mandibles and, yesbygod, a volcano. (Mount St. Helens ash in the air caused the June frost here, sure as raccoons eat sweet corn, and never mind that we have June frost 18 years...
...President might have feared three years ago?that a building would fall on his head?because almost all the buildings have fallen in the interim, and are now nicely disguised as two lawns of gray-yellow dust on either side of Charlotte Street. The dust is thicker than the ash from Mount St. Helens. It fills the air. It smells of nothing organic but manure, yet even that smell is not precise; it is tinged with an odor at once dead and sweet. Only fragments in the rubble-wire nettings, a square of bathroom tile ?suggest that life ever...
...crowd grew restless as both teams failed to score early. The purple evening light disappeared behind the banks of stadium lights and the New Jersey air fell like volcanic ash on the sunburned crowd. They had come in overheated Plymouths and air-conditioned Buicks, tiny soccer balls and cleats dangling from their mirrors, Budweiser coolers nestled on the front-seat vinyl. The trail of tail lights had meandered slowly into the asphalt moat that ringed the stadium. A voice had announced that the game would be delayed because hundreds of fans were trapped in Lincoln Tunnel...
...sheared trees and debris and only the sound of the train on the track." Susan Hobart, a reporter for Portland's Oregonian, added: "The living are not welcome here. The ground rejects you, trying to suck you into foot-deep mud. Chill winds knife into your spine. Ash floats in the air, killing your sense of smell. Every instinct, every emotion warns you to go away. I felt like we were trespassing, like we didn't have nature's permission to visit its ashen graves...
...Glitter and Ash, Smith...