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The End
 
          THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MAN named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun. It might seem strange to start a story with an ending. But all endings are also beginnings. We just don?Tt know it at the time.
 
          THE LAST HOUR of Eddiê?Ts life was spent, like most of the others, at Ruby Pier, an amusement park by a great gray ocean. The park had the usual attractions, a board-walk, a Ferris wheel, roller coasters, bumper cars, a taffy stand, and an arcade where you could shoot streams of water into a clown?Ts mouth. It also had a big new ride called Freddy?Ts Free Fall, and this would be where Eddie would be killed, in an accident that would make newspapers around the state.
 
          AT THE TIME of his death, Eddie was a squat, white-haired old man, with a short neck, a barrel chest, thick fore-arms, and a faded army tattoo on his right shoulder. His legs were thin and veined now, and his left knee, wounded in the war, was ruined by arthritis. He used a cane to get around. His face was broad and craggy from the sun, with salty whiskers and a lower jaw that protruded slightly, making him look prouder than he felt. He kept a cigarette behind his left ear and a ring of keys hooked to his belt. He wore rubber-soled shoes. He wore an old lined cap. His pale brown uniform suggested a workingman, and a workingman he was.
 
          EDDIE?TS JOB WAS ?omaintaining? the rides, which really meant keeping them safe. Every afternoon, he walked the park, checking on each attraction, from the Tilt-A-Whirl to the Pipeline Plunge. He looked for broken boards, loose bolts, worn-out steel. Sometimes he would stop, his eyes glazing over, and people walking past thought something was wrong. But he was listening, that?Ts all. After all these years he could hear trouble, he said, in the spits and stutters and thrumming of the equipment.
 
          WITH 50 MINUTES left on earth, Eddie took his last walk along Ruby Pier. He passed an elderly couple.
          ?oFolks,? he mumbled, touching his cap.
          They nodded politely. Customers knew Eddie. At least the regular ones did. They saw him summer after summer, one of those faces you associate with a place. His work shirt had a patch on the chest that read EDDIE above the word MAINTENANCE, and sometimes they would say, ?oHiya, Eddie Maintenance,? although he never thought that was funny.
          Today, it so happened, was Eddiê?Ts birthday, his 83rd. A doctor, last week, had told him he had shingles. Shingles? Eddie didn?Tt even know what they were. Once, he had been strong enough to lift a carousel horse in each arm. That was a long time ago.
 
          ?oEDDIE!???TAKE ME, Eddie!???Take me!?
          Forty minutes until his death. Eddie made his way to the front of the roller coaster line. He rode every attraction at least once a week, to be certain the brakes and steering were solid. Today was coaster day?"the ?oGhoster Coaster? they called this onê?"and the kids who knew Eddie yelled to get in the cart with him.
          Children liked Eddie. Not teenagers. Teenagers gave him headaches. Over the years, Eddie figured hê?Td seen every sort of do-nothing, snarl-at-you teenager there was. But children were different. Children looked at Edie-who, with his protruding lower jaw, always seemed to be grinning, like a dolphin?"and they trusted him. They drew in like cold hands to a fire. They hugged his leg. They played with his keys. Eddie mostly grunted, never saying much. He figured it was because he didn?Tt say much that they liked him.
          Now Eddie tapped two little boys with backward base-ball caps. They raced to the cart and tumbled in.  Eddie handed his cane to the ride attendant and slowly lowered him self between the two.
          ?oHere we gô?Here we go!..? one boys squealed, as the other pulled Eddiê?Ts arm around his shoulder. Eddie lowered the lap bar and clack-clack-clack, up they went.
         
          A STORY WENT around about Eddie. When he was a boy, growing up by this very same pier, he got in an alley fight. Five kids from Pitkin Avenue had cornered his brother, Joe, and were about to give him a beating. Eddie was a block away, on a stoop, eating a sandwich. He heard his brother scream. He ran to the alley, grabbed a garbage can lid, and sent two boys to the hospital.
 
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          After that, Joe didn?Tt talk to him for months. He was ashamed. Joe was the oldest, the firstborn, but it was Eddie who did the fighting.
 
          ?oCAN WE GO again, Eddie? Please??
          Thirty-four minutes to live. Eddie lifted the lap bar, gave each boy a sucking candy, retrieved his cane, then limped to the maintenance shop to cool down from the summer heat. Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come.
          One of the shop workers, a lanky, bony-cheeked young man named Dominguez, was by the solvent sink, wiping grease off a wheel.
          ?oYo, Eddie,? he said.
          ?oDom,? Eddie said.
          The shop smelled like sawdust. It was dark and cramped with a low ceiling and pegboard walls that held drills and saws and hammers. Skeleton parts of fun park rides were everywhere: compressors, engines, belts, lightbulbs, the top of a piratê?Ts head. Stacked against one wall were coffee cans of nails and screws, and stacked against another wall were endless tubs of grease.
          Greasing a track, Eddie would say, required no more brains than washing a dish; the only difference was you got dirtier as you did it, not cleaner. And that was the sort of work that Eddie did: spread grease, adjusted brakes, tightened bolts, checked electrical panels. Many times he had longed to leave this place, find different work, build another kind of life. But the war came. His plans never worked out. In time, he found himself graying and wearing looser pants and in a state of weary acceptance, that this was who he was and who he would always be, a man with sand in his shoes in a world of mechanical laughter and grilled frankfurters. Like his father before him, like the patch on his shirt, Eddie was maintenancê?"the head of maintenancê?"or as the kids sometimes called him, ?othe ride man at Ruby Pier.?
 
          THIRTY MINUTES LEFT.
          ?oHey, happy birthday, I hear,? Dominguez said.
          Eddie grunted.
          ?oNo party or nothing??
          Eddie looked at him as if he were crazy. For a moment he thought how strange it was to be growing old in a place that smelled of cotton candy.
          ?oWell, remember, Eddie, I?Tm off next week, starting Monday. Going to Mexico.?
          Eddie nodded, and Dominguez did a little dance.
          ?oMe and Theresa. Gonna see the whole family. Par-r-r-ty.?
          He stopped dancing when he noticed Eddie staring.
          ?oYou ever been?? Dominguez said.
          ?oBeen??
          ?oTo Mexico??
          Eddie exhaled through his nose. ?oKid, I never been anywhere I wasn?Tt shipped to with a rifle.?
          He watched Dominguez return to the sink. He thought for a moment. Then he took a small wad of bills from his pocket and removed the only twenties he had, two of them. He held them out.
          ?oGet your wife something nice,? Eddie said.
          Dominguez regarded the money, broke into a huge smile, and said, ?oC?Tmon, man. You sure??
          Eddie pushed the money into Dominguez?Ts palm. Then he walked out back to the storage area. A small ?ofishing holê? had been cut into the boardwalk planks years ago, and Eddie lifted the plastic cap. He tugged on a nylon line that dropped 80 feet to the sea. A piece of bologna was still attached.
          ?oWe catch anything?? Dominguez yelled. ?oTell me we caught something!?
          Eddie wondered how the guy could be so optimistic. There was never anything on that line.
          ?oOne day,? Dominguez yelled, ?owê?Tre gonna get a halibut!?
          ?oYep,? Eddie mumbled, although he knew you could never pull a fish that big through a hole that small.
 
          TWENTY-SIX MINUTES to live. Eddie crossed the boardwalk to the south end. Business was slow. The girl behind the taffy counter was leaning on her elbows, popping her gum.
          Once, Ruby Pier was the place to go in the summer. It had elephants and fireworks and marathon dance contests. But people didn?Tt go to ocean piers much anymore; they went to theme parks where you paid $75 a ticket and had your photo taken with a giant furry character.
          Eddie limped past the bumper cars and fixed his eyes on a group of teenagers leaning over the railing. Great, he told himself. Just what I need.
          ?oOff,? Eddie said, tapping the railing with his cane. ?oC?Tmon. It?Ts not safe.?
          The teens glared at him. The car poles sizzled with electricity, zzzap zzzap sounds.
          ?oIt?Ts not safe,? Eddie repeated.
          The teens looked at each other. One kid, who wore a streak of orange in his hair, sneered at Eddie, then stepped onto the middle rail.
          ?oCome on, dudes, hit me!? he yelled, waving at the young drivers. ?oHit m?"?o
          Eddie whacked the railing so hard with his cane he almost snapped it in two. ?oMOVE IT!?
          The teens ran way.
 
          ANOTHER STORY WENT around about Eddie. As a soldier, he had engaged in combat numerous times. Hê?Td been brave. Even won a medal. But toward the end of his service, he got into a fight with one of his own men. That?Ts how Eddie was wounded. No one knew what happened to the other guy.
          No one asked.
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