I forgot to mention the fascinating exploration of male bonding rituals (Kevin Bacon and the other guy) under stress, and the struggle over models of community at the heart of the drama. Where are we to stand when our world is undermined? Are we to retreat to rock, or struggle to restate our relationship to life-giving (and taking) soil? Are we not all food for worms? (And yet, one must remember that the Ford wagon still had its lights on, even after being buried)

yours, Peter T.