I went to heaven on a wooden bus. three windows, probably cut by a marauding sickle cell enthusiast. each window had a blind, blue. you could lift the blind, but only by pulling down first for an instant. when you pulled on the first blind, it rolled up in hurry, flying into itself, rolling over and whipping the draw string against the wall, a clumsy death. looking through the window, it was pitch-tar black outside, i used to open it to let the dark in. pull on the second blind, and it rolled...