Desert Highways

When we’re on a case we spend lots of time in the Porsche, me and Bernie. Bernie drives, I ride shotgun. This is a real old Porsche, by the way. Sometimes strange noises happen and then Bernie pulls over and gets out the tools. That never ends well. I try not to watch. But the point is while we’re in the car, especially on those long desert stretches, we listen to music. Lots of Billie Holiday – I love when the trumpet comes in. Roy Eldridge, Bernie says. Wow. Does things up and down my spine. Also the Louvin brothers – that brother with the high voice, he gets those spine things going too. What I don’t get is how come Bernie’s a big fan of Bob Dylan. Doesn’t that voice hurt his ears? I’ve done a lot of staring at Bernie’s ears. His nose, of course, like all human noses, is tiny and useless. But human ears, not what you’d call big, aren’t tiny, either. So why don’t they work better? Does Bernie hear much when he’s listening to music? Sometimes I worry.


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One Response to “Desert Highways”

  1. megan
    2:46 pm on January 31st, 2010

    Totally! But you r soooo lucky. I can't stick me head out the window. I have this pink thing sometimes in my eye and can't get it surgically removed. It's not life threatening, I just cant do what you do. You r sooo lucky!

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