Brant: Looking back on it, the thing that still surprises me is my own reaction to it all. Charlene Mooney was asleep in the seat beside me, and I'd been driving most of the night. I'd promised Charlene I'd wake her at 3:00 AM and make her drive; but she was sleeping soundly and I wasn't too tired. Anyway, it was a warm June night. At one point I actually saw an owl, its wings strobing in the headlights. I'd pass a truck maybe every twenty minutes or so. I was cruising at eighty, which would drop to sixty-five when the radar detector sang, and I was humming along to a Buddy Holly tape, only very quietly so as not to wake Charlene, and I'd just driven past a small town with a name like Nowhere, Pop. 453, when it started to snow. I must have been really tired. You...