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The Oldsmobile drifted to the edge of Riverside Drive, Memphis Tennessee and stopped, engine running. An early morning mist was draped over the town, and the Mississippi River was dappled with rain drops. Kim Salmon held the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, bleary from the night before. As if in a dream, he opened the car door and stood up, looking through the misty rain punctured with the first rays of sun. His eyes fixed on an enormous, unearthly pyramid of mirror and glass shimmering on the Memphis skyline.

Bewildered, it appeared to him not as a building but a vestige from outer space. An iridescent shrine to a far-flung lifeform. He took a step back and rubbed his eyes. His momentary alarm faded as the Memphis Pyramid sports arena swam into focus. But an echo of the unworldly apparition remained.

Kim Salmon doesn’t always see the world through earthly eyes.

Collecting himself, he returned to the driver’s seat and pulled back onto the still empty road. He had a record to make.