TWICE, IN Missouri, the car spun out from the snow, and it scared I him, and he stopped at a gas station and sat in a booth and drank coffee from a white paper cup. He pondered the best way to keep the car on the road. He bought some trucker speed at the counter. He sat back down at the table and chewed one.

He started again, but the snow kept, and then it fell more, and sideways, gone on three hours.