a Travel novel held together by the common theme of red earth -- the south, the red clay, the moab river country the red standstone, south India the red mud, the mekong a long serpentine river of mud, an probably something else.

Old man fortson died the year we moved in. He had been sick, the oxygen tank and the sign on th telephone pole. 

Nieghborhood change, morph like tk, races come and go, they are old then young then old agaain maybe, could be that no stays that long anymore. I have no plans to.

I dug up the red earth, huglkulture, something from the dry windswept montains of germany. you turn the soile, literally, pulling the sod and sticking it's read ear th into the air.

The meth dealers around the corner. The swat team assault. Violence.

The park turning to tennis courts

The televisions at night, the blue glow.

The dog that smells different when it sleeps. the red earth in its paws when it digs.

Science fiction, the red planet. The setting out. The rover landing, that first stop in the universe. 

How do we get blood into the story? The meth lab? The smoke and confusion, the power line that said not to cut it, and there was death.