For Mom and Dad
The ball I threw while playing in the park
Has not yet reached the ground
SAN JOSE, CA 1990
Was it all just too good to be true? Jason was in the passenger seat of a work truck as he reflected on the life changing events of the previous few months. He looked out across the austere expanse of Silicon Valley, one and two story concrete tilt-ups in a grid of pavement, as the truck passed one building after another. I had a good job with room to grow, Jason recalled, I had all my friends, Christine and I didn’t have a care in the world. How did it all change so fast? Jason lamented, then wondered if all the good times were gone. The morning sun was above the eastern Mount Hamilton range and shone across the late autumn sky. The faceless buildings cast shadows on half filled parking lots and dry landscaping.
“So what do you think about all this?” Hal asked from the driver’s seat.
“Huh?” Jason was knocked off his train of thought.
“You know, what’s going on in the Persian Gulf. They’ve been talking about it on the radio all morning.”
“Oh, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Jason once again noticed the news talk over the radio. He was a little annoyed at the interruption, then wondered how long his mind was somewhere else.
“Don’t you follow the news? This is going to be major.”
“Of course. I was just thinking about some other stuff.”
“We may soon be going to war,” Hal emphasized. “What’s more important than that?”
“Look, I hear ya,” Jason agreed, “but I got other things on my mind right now.”
“More important than what’s going on?”
“Maybe not, but it’s important to me.” Jason sensed Hal’s waiting for an answer. “You know, personal stuff.” He tried to hold onto the series of memories he was thinking of as he waited for the intrusion to end.
“Okay, I won’t pry. But you might want to start paying attention to what’s going on. I’m too old to be drafted, but you aren’t.”
“No one’s been drafted in years,” Jason replied. “I’m not worried about that.”
“Well if things gets worse, you’ll hear about it,” Hal warned.
“No doubt,” Jason said reflexively. They drove along further through the maze of nondescript structures.
“Well, maybe it’ll be good for the economy. Wars usually are,” Hal pointed out.
“Yeah, as long as you don’t get killed.”
“Serious. Look around this valley, all these tech businesses, they were built on orders of the Defense Department. And with the Cold War over we need something new to keep the wheels turning.”
Hal continued to talk as Jason looked out the window in thought. He tried to focus on the day and the job ahead, but the past kept drawing him in. When did it all start to change? he wondered, the year started out really good, every weekend was a party, I was working toward my A.A. Jason then remembered how credit card bills suddenly piled up at around the same time the rent on the house he was sharing went up. When was that, he pondered, April? May? He then remembered how his parents let him move back home so he could pay off his debt quicker, and how he told himself, and everyone else, at the time that it was only to be temporary situation, and everyone agreed. But he also couldn’t help but be bothered by the idea that it was a step backward.
Jason leaned back in his seat and rested his arm on the window frame. Did my life already hit its peak? he worried, and does that mean all downhill from here? His memory searched from the beginning of the year onward, then focused on a company meeting at his last job, not long after he moved back home, but when life were still happy. That was a good day, he thought. They said everything was looking up, and the future was only going to get better. We were true believers.
Jason thought back to that day.
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Redwood Summer is a novel by the author Robert Kirkendall, which takes place in the Silicon Valley during 1990. Stay connected for more chapters and updates. Also visit his wonderful website for his further creative works.