One night I waited a long time as he filled a huge box full of groceries. Then we couldn’t get it through the window. Remi had to unpack everything and put it back. Later in the night, when we went off duty and I was all alone on the base, a strange thing happened. I was taking a walk along the old canyon trail, hoping to meet a deer (Remi had seen deer around, that country being wild even in 1947), when I heard a frightening noise in the dark. It was huffing and puffing. P.S. A paragraph from On the Road written by Jack Kerouac :’)