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42 Michael Huff Shipping and Receiving There is no room to spare. The truckers back up to the dock, unhitch their trailers and go to lunch. We roll up the back doors and the cooped-up emptiness that barreUed down 1-95 for one whole July day goes nowhere. There is nowhere for it to go in the ninety-degree heat and the ninety-percent humidity with no breeze and no hope of a breeze, or only hope of a breeze. Winston drives the forklift, has worked at Hatteras Hammocks the longest, and chooses the radio station—KISS soul, and it throbs and coos aU day, through the two fifteen-minute breaks and the half-hour lunch, Boyz-II-Men again and again and again. WUliam and I talk about the 49ers and Cowboys, about his conversion to the Seventh-day Adventists. Sometimes we talk about his three years in prison for stealing, and how God changed his life, but we never talk about the recent Klan march in Ayden. We argue about Troy Aikman and Steve Young, Michael Irvin and Jerry Rice. With the forklift, Winston stacks the big family swings and family hammocks, and William and I haul them to the front of the traUer, stack dozens of the big flat boxes there, building up and back. Then we carry in the double deluxe hammocks, then the regular doubles, then the single deluxe hammocks, dozens of each. There is only a foot or so of baking dead air left between the tops of the boxes and the tin roof of the trailer, and I'm the new guy, so I'm the one who crawls onto the boxes and slithers along on my belly leaving a trau of sweat across hammocks bound for California and Florida, Huff 42 Martha's Vineyard and Arizona. I can almost turn without burning my wet shoulder against the roof. William slides boxes into the hot black crevice to me, puts his prison-weight-room muscle behind the regular single hammocks, the deck chairs, the cushions, the pillows, rockets the boxes to my left for a while, then my right, and I fit them into the shrinking space and my God it's tight and burning and dark and the air is dead, and I'm on my back now on the hammocks facing a sun I can't see but can feel burning. ...

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