In the Truck

           Iseeabadmoona-rising.

           Iseetroubleontheway.

           Iseeearthquakesandlightnin’

           Iseebadtimestoday.

           Don’tgo’roundtonight,

           It’sboundtotakeyourlife,

           There’sabadmoonontherise.

           SomeonehadaddedaveryoldBuickcarradiounderthehoteltruck’sdashboard,andnow,tinnyandchokedwithstatic,thedistinctivesoundofJohnFogerty’sCreedenceClearwaterRevivalbandcameoutofthespeaker.WendyandDannywereontheirwaydowntoSidewinder.Thedaywasclearandbright.DannywasturningJack’sorangelibrarycardoverandoverinhishandsandseemedcheerfulenough,butWendythoughthelookeddrawnandtired,asifbehadn’tbeensleepingenoughandwasgoingonnervousenergyalone.

           Thesongendedandthediscjockeycameon."Yeah,that’sCreedence.Andspeakinofbadmoon,itlookslikeitmayberisinovertheKMTXlisteningareabeforelong,hardasitistobelievewiththebeautiful,springlikeweatherwe’veenjoyedforthelastcouple-threedays.TheKMTXFearlessForecastersayshighpressurewillgivewaybyoneo’clockthisafternoontoawidespreadlowpressureareawhichisjustgonnagrindtoastopinourKMTXarea,upwheretheairisrare.Temperatureswillfallrapidly,andprecipitationshouldstartarounddusk.