Grover's Creek Quotes

“Neither Amy nor her father seemed to think it the least bit worrisome that they knew nothing about me, really. They had both made their assessments on the spot and decided in my favor. It was heartening, and different from the city I’d left behind.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“The station was broadcasting Glenn Miller and his band from some ballroom in Pennsylvania. It was probably one of those “Music of Your Life” stations. Miller's music still sounded fresh generations after it had first been heard. I could hear the tinkling of glasses between numbers as people chatted unaware something wonderful was passing, never to return. Miller himself would not return from WWII.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“I felt myself being blown about in a different kind of storm, my landing much more uncertain than those delicate flakes falling from the sky.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“Maybe the pictures are all black and white because things were black and white then, Nick." I knew exactly what she meant. There was a moral center then, and you could feel it still here in Grover's Creek. It was a time with a clearly defined sense of right and wrong, a time when values and integrity mattered, and the majority had both. And a time when love lasted forever.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“found what I believed to be the shoulder and managed to stop. It felt solid. The storm was interfering with radio reception, so I bundled up and listened to tapes of Alan Ladd in Box 13 and Larry Thor in Broadway is My Beat to keep me company.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“A light and intermittent snowfall kept my world white over the next several days.  The air was fresh and pure, nature's white medicine removing all that was wrong in the world. I was glad I had taken the now lesser traveled roads marked in blue lines on the map. Hours would sometimes pass before another car broke the solitude. I always waved and so did they. I became less anonymous somehow and felt an instant kinship with anyone traversing these roads with me. Once, an entire day passed without a human sighting.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“Suddenly hungry, I waved a goodbye to my new friend and headed for the open road once more. I slid in an old radio cassette and enjoyed a Jack Benny Christmas show. I was among the living again. It was a start.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“I was empty and lonely, unable to remember the last time I'd felt any real happiness, or if I ever had at all. I knew I had seen it a few times in the eyes of others, and in movies made a lifetime ago, back when love existed. Finding that old-fashioned kind of love would be a miracle, and I was not expecting a miracle to come my way...”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek

“Fate had somehow conspired against me, giving me a life of its choosing rather than my own. No one would really miss me if I were gone. I would slowly fade into the memories of a few, then melt away into nothingness, just like the snowman below. Faint echoes of Christmas music from the ice rink making its way upward in the cold swirling wind added to my melancholy. I was alive but not really living, stuck in a life which only took and never gave in return. It was in that moment I decided I was finished.”
― Bobby Underwood, Grover's Creek