long-ago summer Saturday nights, out sparkin’, of freedom and expectation: as though this road were an extension of one he had once been on, one that he had left years ago and had suddenly rejoined at this juncture, who would have thought it led here, who would have thought.
Pierce lives obstinately in the past...every experience seems to echo with resonance to some childhood memory. This happens to us all but Pierce seems to lament his life...is convinced he is meant for greater things and has missed a turning somewhere.
