I heard a story from my construction\ncrew buddy and it went something like this: a few days ago it was a\nstormy winter midnight on the Oregon Coast. A fishermen and his\ngirlfriend got into a fight. He bolted out the door and began walking\ndown Highway 101. A short time later, or perhaps it was hours an\nmiles later, he was struck by a vehicle driven by a woman who had\ngone to pick up a pizza and had a couple drinks at the parlor while\nwaiting for the order.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Upon hearing the impact, she thought\nshe’d hit a deer. She got out of her car to investigate and found\nnothing. She drove home. She told a neighbor the story, and in the\nmorning he went to the stretch of road where the collision occurred.\nHe found the fisherman, dead. He hurried back to his neighbor’s house\nand told her to call the police. She did. She was later arrested and\nthe outcome of her case is pending. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have one question: what was the\nargument between the fishermen and his girlfriend that would drive\nhim into the storm? I try to imagine the conversation. They were\nprobably loaded. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I suppose the other question I have is:\nwhat is the girlfriend’s current state of mind after her boyfriend’s\nlonely death in a ditch alongside Highway 101. He had two kids. He\nwas 44 years old. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is the difference between fiction\nand journalism and I am a journalist at heart and want to know what\nthey said to each other. I don’t want to make it up. In fiction these\nincidents and moments are always so elevated and purposeful. In\njournalism, the reporter might uncover what might be utterly banal.\nFor most writers, it might be hard or uninteresting to write about\nsomething utterly banal, but perhaps it is more important to write\nabout the banality of life than the higher purpose of life since so\nmany people seemed trapped by banality and not engaged in higher\npurpose. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Food for creative thought. Wrestle with\nthis: there is banality in beauty and beauty in banality. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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