The Divers and Other Mysteries of Seattle (and California, but just a little): More Mostly True Stories
By Jerome Gold
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Jerome Gold
Jerome Gold is a writer and the publisher of Black Heron Press. He lives in Seattle.
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The Divers and Other Mysteries of Seattle (and California, but just a little) - Jerome Gold
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End of the Rainbow
Driving home on I-5, I pulled off at the rest area at Federal Way for a cup of coffee and maybe a nap. I had finally gotten past the rain and the sky was beginning to open so that it looked like the drive the rest of the way into Seattle would be comparatively easy. I was coming from Corvallis where that morning I had been interviewed about two of my war books. My PTSD had kicked in, though nobody could see it, and I was feeling both tired and hyper alert. Slanting to the right into the exit lane, I noticed a rainbow that appeared to end in the leftmost lane of the interstate about fifty yards ahead of me. I tracked its arc, but lost sight of it behind the evergreens that interceded between the rest area and the freeway.
I did not at first believe I was seeing the end of a rainbow. I would have thought, if ever I thought about rainbows, that they did not end, but simply disappeared; they dissolved into the air, perhaps evaporating with the moisture they lay on. But this one did end. There was no pot of gold, and there were no leprechauns, there was only the leftmost lane of the freeway as you drove north and the rainbow that touched it.
I could not be certain whether or not the pavement was illuminated where the rainbow met it. It seemed to me that it was, but I was aware of the human propensity for self-deception, so I doubted myself. Then I saw a car drive through the rainbow and it appeared to become enveloped in a golden light. Again I doubted what I had seen. Then another car went through it and the same thing happened—the same light. Then a van—the same.
Each vehicle, as it passed through the rainbow, was illuminated for perhaps a second and a half before driving out of the light. I was watching from behind and to the right from where I had stopped at the side of the exit ramp, so I cannot really know how much depth there was to the light, but it took measurable time for each vehicle to drive through it.
I wonder what the occupants of the vehicles experienced. Did they see the rainbow? Were they irritated by the light in their eyes? Did the light seem to them unusual or unusually intense? Did a driver say to the person in the passenger seat, What the hell was that?
Now that we know that rainbows have ends, I wonder if this knowledge sheds light, so to speak, on the origins of the myth about rainbows. Certainly it gives credence to the idea of gold, even if not contained in pots, to be found at a rainbow’s end.
Liar
Late that afternoon I was driving into the University District from Lake City to pick up my friend Maureen. As I was going up 35th the rain suddenly ended. One moment everything was wet, I had my wipers on, water was running downhill along the curbs, and the next the streets were as dry as the Mojave in summer and I could see shreds of blue through the clouds.
When I got to Maureen’s I told her about the rain. She didn’t believe me. At her house there was hardly a cloud. Liar,
she said, laughing.
It’s true,
I protested. Just up the hill from the high school, the rain stopped.
You’re lying. You’re always lying.
It was true, in a way. I liked making up stories to tell her because I knew she enjoyed hearing them, and she always laughed when she discovered, or I told her, that I had made it up.
Rain has to stop somewhere,
I said. It doesn’t rain everywhere in the world all at once.
She laughed.
I was in Florida once when the rain stopped in the middle of the street. On one side of the white line it was wet and on the other side it was dry.
It was true, but I knew even as I said it that I was defeating myself.
Maureen was delighted. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Is there anything I can do to convince you about the rain?
Nope.
She looked at me expectantly, her smile waiting to expand at whatever I said next.
Well, let’s go to dinner. Let’s go to that Indian place in Lake City. Maybe it’s still raining there.
It isn’t,
she said, and laughed.
The Silence of the Tides
We were walking along the sea wall at Alki Beach, Mary and I. It was the first time we went out, though months later when we went out again she would not remember our having dated before.
We would walk for a while, we decided, and then we would have lunch at Spud’s. It was one of those pleasant days in early summer when it might shower or it might not, but even if you got wet you would not be overly cold. We talked quietly, neither of us passionate about what we were saying. I enjoyed the sound, the texture of her voice. I noticed that when she used a contraction that had a d
embedded in it—didn’t, wouldn’t—she pronounced the letter instead of gliding over it or substituting a glottal stop. (I had taken a linguistics class not long before we met.)
For a moment we were silent. Then, in that silence, I heard a larger