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Chapter Five Hundred and fifty-two : Dream a little dream... (part six)


(part six)

“It’s going too fast!” Rodney said.

“Life does,” Jacob said. “Don’t you have some saying about that?”

“Life goes by fast,” Rodney said, by rote. “You can either sit on the bank of the river or just jump in and see where it takes you. Either way, the journey will be over soon enough. That’s kind of my life mantra.”

“Yeah,” Jacob said. “That’s it. Good mantra.”

They sat in the truck for at least another full minute. Jacob looked up to see Yvonne shaking her head and scowling at them.

“The truth is that it’s a stupid idea. Really dumb,” Jacob said. “I mean look at this place! These men! Those hippies! Us! What do we know about doing this kind of work? Exactly nothing.”

Rodney’s head jerked to look at Jacob.

“I think it’s going to work!” Jacob said.

Sighing, Rodney started to get out of the truck.

“What if we fail spectacularly?” Rodney asked.

“We’ll bulldoze the entire place and build some houses or apartments,” Jacob said. “This gives us a chance to hold on to the land until we see how far the city is going to grow.”

Rodney nodded.

“What if it succeeds?” Rodney asked, almost to himself, but really he’d love an answer.

“Then we’ll advertise the hell out of it,” Jacob said. “Put the plans online. Let other people around the country see it. These men might have marijuana offenses, but there are lots of people who get out of prison and have no idea what to do with their lives or how to live them. When all these pot offense people have moved on, we’ll still have stadiums full of citizens who could use a place to learn to live.”

Rodney didn’t say anything. Jacob nodded his head to Yvonne. She was just starting out across the uneven mud toward them.

“Don’t make her walk across this mud with that knee,” Jacob said. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Oh!” Rodney jumped out of the truck to meet Yvonne.

Jacob sat in the truck for a few minutes to let them talk. Yvonne wave to Jacob and they all went inside the hall.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

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