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And the bird cna spread its wings and fly, the moment before the tree hits the ground. I said, That's right. When the winds right, just spread eagle baby. You jagg offs. Eagles float. O, they float, do they Dandy, I said. Dandy raised the finger of his right hand and looked at it saying: They never ruffel their feathers, he he. We got into Dandys Cadalac, and the soft heat passed over our heads, open to the sky. A convertable was so fresh and easily warm. We came out of the park, and drove through the coal mining towns, with red lights shining here and there beneath the hillsides. My search is my life, I thought. My wonderment is in the dim view that moves above me and sometimes before me. I can not see everything from underneath, but the blackness is cool now. Yes, the wind is gentle. It caresses me as we glide along, but never away. Why are you in a Cadalac going through shabby towns? Because you have desired to feel the inbetween ripping from the outer points of two worlds. I sometimes desire to be you Dandy, or you Murphy. You are honest. I know that, because I have seen it. But there is something else. Show me your dreams Michael, said O'Dandy. Catch them while they are passing between those stars you stare at. They covet me, and I am afraid to explod in a way that would take me beyond them. Than misery is your preference, he said. Whitch do you like Michael, Rock and roll or jazz? Rock and roll, I said. Do you like symphony?