“Yeah,” Ralph said in his usual terse manner. “That was fun.”“Have to do it again sometime,” I said, unlocking the front door and letting ...alph exit. I watched Ralph walk quickly to his car, get in, then drive away. I shook my head, wondering if Ralph ever did anything in a more leisurely manner.After relocking the door, I went back to the bedroom. Jay was still lying there, his head on one of the bed's pillows. I noticed his still hard, fine 7-incher was sticking up in the air.“Now, where were. I mean, even the being nervous part is okay because we get to do this. We're jelling, I guess, more than we ever have before. Lara's writing songs, I have ideas for the music, Nate and Mitch are just terrific. It's—I don't know—it's just amazing. And when we go out there, it almost doesn't matter if the audience likes us." She laughed. "But so far, they do." He smiled at how happy she sounded. "Of course they do. What's not to like?" "Thanks." "So, where are you?" "We are in Scranton, PA, and. In two years he had seen a lot of America, but in his mind, he had more to see. So he had kept going.He stopped in a rural area and got a job delivering LP gas to outlying farms and homes in the area. It was during one such delivery that he had been offered a job by the co-owner of the LP gas distributor he worked for.This was where he found himself working and living when the disaster hit. He now had the farm to himself. The owners had left, shortly before the disaster, to try to convince. He led a man and a woman. Alanand Leanne scrutinized them as they approached.Alan assessed the man. He looked 40'ish. He wore a Carhartt jacket withdark stains in a few places, a blue button-down shirt, and Dockers. Hisshoes were cheap dress shoes, ones worn at weddings and funerals and neveragain. His wristwatch was as black as the rubber from which it was made.He was large sized. His hands were beefy and cut, scratched, hardened. Sothis is what manual labor looks like, Alan thought.Leanne.