![]() ![]() Joy Williams literally squealed when she saw the Bronco because she always had wanted one just like it. In the passenger seat or in the back-which sat three inches higher than the front seats, like a balcony-in time traveled Yehuda Amichai, Grace Paley, Yusef Komunyakaa, Amiri Baraka, William Stafford, William Matthews, and Miller Williams. I drove the Bronco nearly 200,000 miles and traded it in with its original clutch. I would joke that I used first gear mostly for pulling down houses. ![]() Second gear easily got us going from a stop. Its transmission was a four-speed manual with “granny gear”-geared so low in first, it crept forward at walking speed. It had no carpeting on the overhead of the cab, steel, not velvet. So it went, my getting cozy, one, two or more at a time, with over a hundred visiting writers.įor 14 years, I drove that red and white Bronco, which was a truck in the old sense, not an SUV. To get in, they had to step tall and squeeze tight one by one, the first three tumbled into the back seat, some of the finest poets of our time. Wright, in town at Rockhurst University for a three-day series of lectures, readings, and parties. As host to writers coming to Midwest Poets Series in Kansas City, I once in 1999 pulled to the curb on Westport Road in midtown to meet Mark Doty, David Lehman, Colleen J. It seemed as though they were hitchhiking, or standing out on the sidewalk to be rescued perhaps it was I who needed help, who had called on them, the dozens and dozens of poets over time I transported in my 1987 Ford Bronco. ![]()
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