the blue pickup ran the stop sign on an ordinary, cold morning, you’d be asked to believe in some possibility that transcended newspaper headlines and TV shows and the opinions and assumptions of your friends. And how you responded to that would have a greater impact on your life than anything else you’d ever decide to do, or refrain from doing. I could see that. Sitting there on my rock, in my few minutes of North Dakota solitude, I believed I could see that very clearly.
