.."I almost laughed at the absurdity of her line but didn't want to break the flow. I felt like I was acting the part and didn't want to let him down,...wait, did my brain just say "him"?When the cab door closed I realized these weren't just roles we were playing, this was going to be the of the direction the night. I could see the cab driver watching us in the mirror, shaking his head as he saw what was going on. He took his hard hat off, reached over and planted a kiss on my lips. His tongue. After some thought, he took his saw, his wood working tools and his longest length of rope with him down to the canyon floor. He sat on a stone in the shade as he cut two, six inch wide blocks off a pine log which was ten inches across. Then he drilled a hole in the very center of both pieces, making a wooden wheel. After stripping the bark, he started cutting two grooves around each of them. It took him three whole days, but he fashioned a block and tackle out of pine.He didn’t have the luxury. "Hi, Shelly," he said to me.I looked at him, dumbfounded. The dog, actually a wolf with two different colored eyes, wagged his tail, jumped on me and started licking my face."No bathrobe?" I finally said as I petted the animal."It may be warm for January, but it is still January in New York, Shelly," he replied. "I'm here because of your tears." Why me, Wiz? Can I call you Wiz?" I asked, hoping this wasn't a dream."You have made me more of a real person than any other writer, except Bill Hart,". Once inside, I was able to realise just how devastating the explosion was. There were parents crying for their children, children crying for their parents, wives crying for their husbands [Or wives as well] and vice versa. Seeing all of these people in grief, and relief when they found their family members allowed me to finally acknowledge what had happened when the plane crashed. Many of my friends had been on that plane. All of them were dead. The world started spinning for a few moments,.