Mostly I remember the quick pearlescent cloud, the puff of white it made in the rush of current, when I dumped Hughey's ashes in the water. And watching what remained of him disappear downstream, I thought of the masked man riding off at the end of that cowboy show I watched as a boy: 'A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver! The Lone Ranger!'

LRB 20 April 2006 | PDF Download