To ensure that the seeds of this new
adequately sown, my Pinto broke down every chance it got. That gave me
plenty of opportunities to visit with the mechanic. He explained that
of my car's problems had to do with the flywheel. A few of the teeth
the edge kept breaking off, so nothing could "catch" (don't expect
a lesson in automotive engineering here) and the car wouldn't start. It
didn't matter how much gas was in the tank, or oil in the engine, or
in the tires. At that moment, the flywheel was the most important piece
of equipment, and if its sprockets were broken, the car wouldn't go.
Fifteen years later, over a sloppy joe
Coke at Roy's Sundries in Roy, my Pinto came to mind again. As
tried to keep the "sloppy" part of the Joe from falling
on my shirt, I began to think that maybe life doesn't so much have
a purpose as it does a pattern. Every person is an integral part of
pattern, their relationship to the whole small but mission-critical.
all teeth on the flywheel that spins the world.
If people are the teeth, then towns are
That means even little Roy, stuck off to the side of the state, is
- even vital - to the rest of the engine. Roy is a gear. Without Roy,
other gears won't turn. No gears, no ignition. No ignition... well, you
get the picture. Roy, then, is the glue holding everything together. If
Roy was to disappear somehow, the entire universe would go kaput.
I hope this is good news for Roy,
because it looked
like it could use some. Roy had "Dust Bowl" written all over
it. There's hope. The store sells I LOVE ROY T-Shirts (I do,
I didn't buy one - but only so I'd have an excuse to go back).
diner where I ate proudly displayed the Roy Little League's recent
successes on a poster on the wall. But, overall, I didn't get that
doing fine over here, thank you" feeling I expected.
Hang in there, Roy - you have a lot
going for you.
Remember, you hold the world together. You can afford to have a little