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Billy
started
fooling
with
the
radio
,
and
I
asked
him
to
see
if
WOXO
was
back
on
the
air
.
He
dialed
up
to
FM
92
and
got
nothing
but
a
blank
hum
.
He
looked
at
me
and
shrugged
.
I
thought
for
a
moment
.
What
other
stations
were
on
the
far
side
of
that
peculiar
fog
front
?
"
Try
,
WBLM
,
"
I
said
.
He
dialed
down
to
the
other
end
,
passing
WJBQ-FM
and
WIGY-FM
on
the
way
.
They
were
there
,
doing
business
as
usual
...
but
WBLM
,
Maine
's
premier
progressive-rock
station
,
was
off
the
air
.
"
Funny
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
's
that
?
"
Norton
asked
.
"
Nothing
.
Just
thinking
out
loud
.
"
Billy
had
tuned
back
to
the
musical
cereal
on
WJBQ
.
Pretty
soon
we
got
to
town
.
The
Norge
Washateria
in
the
shopping
center
was
closed
,
it
being
impossible
to
run
a
coin-op
laundry
without
electricity
,
but
both
the
Bridgton
Pharmacy
and
the
Federal
Foods
Supermarket
were
open
.
The
parking
lot
was
pretty
full
,
and
as
always
in
the
middle
of
the
summer
,
a
lot
of
the
cars
had
out-of-state
plates
.
Little
knots
of
people
stood
here
and
there
in
the
sun
,
noodling
about
the
storm
,
women
with
women
,
men
with
men
.
I
saw
Mrs.
Carmody
,
she
of
the
stuffed
animals
and
the
stump-water
lore
.
She
sailed
into
the
supermarket
decked
out
in
an
amazing
canary-yellow
pantsuit
.
A
purse
that
looked
the
size
of
a
small
Samsonite
suitcase
was
slung
over
one
forearm
.
Then
an
idiot
on
a
Yamaha
roared
past
me
,
missing
my
front
bumper
by
a
few
scant
inches
.
He
wore
a
denim
jacket
,
mirror
sunglasses
,
and
no
helmet
.
