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Voices in the fog
Dec. 11th, 2002 01:05 pmIt has been foggy the last few days. In the central valley of california, where I live, it gets foggy every winter, and stays that way. They call it "tule fog", and it blankets the valley for days and weeks at a time. No sun, no sky. Just shades of gray.Some people get depressed, but I like it. It wraps around me like a blanket and gives me a sense of the spiritual.
Almost every year a big accident occurs on one of the big highways that run through the central valley. Visibility drops to nothing, one car hits another, along comes a semi,and the next thing you know there are 200 vehicles engulfed in a huge mass of twisted and burning metal.
My last run as a paramedic was to the site of a relatively small fog-related accident, involving only seven or eight cars. It was a four-lane road, and as we came upon the accident site, headlights loomed out of the mist at all sorts of crazy angles. It was eerie. There were four people who were dead when we arrived. After what I experienced that night, I decided I didn't want to be a paramedic anymore.
There is an old twilight zone episode where a guy walks out of a bar into the fog and finds himself in an alternate reality. I'm always thinking about that when I walk in the fog, wondering where I'll end up.
My grandma was in a movie called "The Fog". In the biggest scene of her acting career, She is babysitting some kid. Something knocks on the door and when she answers it, she is dragged off into the fog by a monster. When it would come on tv, we would always shout, "Grandma, grandma, don't answer the door", but she always would.
At the end of her real life, she just kind of faded away slowly and peacefully, as if she walked out of our lives into a foggy night, turning one last time to smile and wave as she disappeared.
Almost every year a big accident occurs on one of the big highways that run through the central valley. Visibility drops to nothing, one car hits another, along comes a semi,and the next thing you know there are 200 vehicles engulfed in a huge mass of twisted and burning metal.
My last run as a paramedic was to the site of a relatively small fog-related accident, involving only seven or eight cars. It was a four-lane road, and as we came upon the accident site, headlights loomed out of the mist at all sorts of crazy angles. It was eerie. There were four people who were dead when we arrived. After what I experienced that night, I decided I didn't want to be a paramedic anymore.
There is an old twilight zone episode where a guy walks out of a bar into the fog and finds himself in an alternate reality. I'm always thinking about that when I walk in the fog, wondering where I'll end up.
My grandma was in a movie called "The Fog". In the biggest scene of her acting career, She is babysitting some kid. Something knocks on the door and when she answers it, she is dragged off into the fog by a monster. When it would come on tv, we would always shout, "Grandma, grandma, don't answer the door", but she always would.
At the end of her real life, she just kind of faded away slowly and peacefully, as if she walked out of our lives into a foggy night, turning one last time to smile and wave as she disappeared.
