Dr Smith in an attempt to get more thought introduced her guest. Spoons played two wooden spoons to an old camp song I quickly recognized the first riff. This was the song that all dances at camp ended with and I closed my eyes and let my heart take a waltz down memory lane, "Are you listening to me while talking to you say together we're one and divided we're through oooooohhhhh and divided we're through." I thought of those starlit nights cool dancing on the tennis court with Coop playing the tunes from the bed of his pickup truck with the Echo Valley sound system set up.

That summer I learned I had wings and that those wings could take me high. In that Valley I met a loving God and found a reason to live. That Song was good real honest a product of a good Texas songwriter whose skill I admired. The song Coop liked and he liked it for good reason simple voice and guitar simple solid tender strong and real. I was blissing out as I felt the memories and saw the images and was warmed by it all. The song continued and savored each note with the wooden spoons echoing in the background enhancing each and every note. I eased off the gas pitched up and rode the thermal so relaxed. The class continued it ended up being more of a discussion on the west and Kerouac and we were given an assignment to pick a book or Kerouac and write a major paper on it. I was a big fan of early Richard Bach and I had gotten a kick out of the test pilot cowboy relationship drawn up by Thomas Wolfe in the book The Right Stuff. I had an idea of juicing Kerouac's western myth of the cowboy and its equivalent over Moses Lake of Washington State and the well trodden ground of Edwards Air Force base and how both Tex Johnston and Chuck Yeager were the embodiment of the two words seemingly colliding. Since I didn't have class till afternoon the following day I decided to stay at the cafe. The class left and Donna and I were alone.

Donna started speaking to me: "I had never seen you like that." I asked, "Like what when?" She responded, "When spoons played to that song I saw you at peace tender and warm." I asked her, "What do you mean." She started, "All my life I have known you as the two fisted brawler hating the preps fighting his learning disabled limits, pushing himself like a mad man running cross-country you see something you go after it like your life depended on catching it. You were always aggressive. You'd assault the gates of hell with a squirt gun. During that song I saw you at peace content relaxed drinking something in secure warm. I have never seen that all these years that I have known you." I said simply, "That is camp music I have many an incredibly warm memory attached to that song and others I felt loved in that Valley and I guess that is a feeling I have experienced little of in my life. There was a silence between us as her views of me shifted with that one sentence. We had been together for the last two months and for the first time we began to understand each other a little better. She then said, "You fight because you care you gave up the flame but the kinship the common ground that fed it was still there. We've both been through a lot and were rebels not by choice but fate." I replied thinking for a moment, "Yes." She continued, "That is why you played that song 'Poles Apart' when you saw me enter the cafe. I was unfinished business in your life that suddenly had an opportunity to be settled" I replied, "I guess so. Clint saw it as me thinking with my gut instead of my brain it was both." We had both soared like Eagles. One at Denton High School Ryan campus the other at New Braunfels High School. We had both borne the scars of a dream gone wrong. We now understood our roles in it all. I could not have been what I was at Denton in New Braunfels. She having learned what New Braunfels was understood why I more than other rebels pinned my hopes upon her. It was a world a town that while she lived in never understood. She saw that the warrior fought for peace not love of war. The Rebel had the role cast upon him.  The rebel would have much rather been just somebody in the order but the order had lost its way.  Once more there was silence between us that night. Simply put nothing more needed to be said.