Harvey Keitel, Call Your Agent

It's not every day you see a truck like this. The end of the quarter is coming up, our group project is done, and Wednesday holds a final for which I am woefully underprepared. But none of that can dampen a perfectly beautiful late-summer morning, bright, not too hot (although it will be, later).

Late summer is the top of the roller coaster of the year, things are still slow, building, but you've hit the top, and you're sort of handing there, waiting for the drop. The ride's all ahead of you. The school year, the holidays, Winter in a ski state, and Spring will have you holding on for dear life and screaming, but right now, there's no momentum, just sort of a lazy lull while you relax and look around at the view.

So when you see a truck marked "Crime Scene Cleanup: Homicide -Suicide - Accidental Death; 24 Hour Service," with a helpful website and 800-number, the chain pulling the coaster up jerks to a stop and you check your neck for whiplash.