Saturday, October 07, 2006

Hole




When I first bought my house, just down the street was an enormous ravine. I think that's what you call it. Gorge, quarry, big-ass hole in the ground. It was about 60+ feet deep and about the size of a football field.
Over a year ago or so, some company bought that land and since then has dedicated every waking hour to filling up that hole.

Each morning beginning around five, the dumptrucks start rolling in and they dump and they dump and they dump. I get dressed to the growling of earth movers and the grinding of gears. I avoid chunks of debris as I drive down the road. I frequently have to put my car into reverse where the trucks pull onto our street so that they have room to make the turn.

As Tom Waits might ask, "What are they doing down there?"
And when the hole is filled, then what?

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