Collection search - Mechanic, near Cache Creek, British Columbia

There is a heat wave on: the cicadas are shrieking for dusk. The metal hood of the old dodge truck expands and ticks intermittently, but there are no wheels to take it to shade. The gas station is closed. Through the window I can see a calendar on the wall that is years out of date. I sit down and wish for cool water. The door of the cab groans open, the cicadas pause, and a little man alights. He sports the essential mid-summer gear: baseball hat, shorts, slippers and cold beer.