to the Center until Clark had the cash to buy
and a few wannabes stood around (some in-
side, some outside the tin building), the sun
still high in the sky--men mostly, bare-chest-
ed and wearing seventies short-shorts, tennis
shoes, and calf-high white socks with stripes.
Most were holding cans of Coors beer, the
cans sweating and the men doing some per-
giggling, chirpy like the males in their twen-
ties they were, tickled with themselves and
their invincibility and their place in the world
in ways they might never be again.
Clark nodded, thinking. He loved the jump
place absorbed all kinds of personalities, the
way it made people feel welcome and strong
and (for those able to shrug off the willies and
keep jumping out of perfectly safe airplanes)
better about themselves. Or at least that's the
Luciani (not shown) preparing for their 4-way "canopy relative work." Photo courtesy of Zach Ryall.