Homes Wednesday August 31 1988

Enormous claptraps, like grounded airboats; flapping metal wings and dingle-dangling lighted beams. They move at the slow speed of heavy bricks, pounding with artificial sounds and nakedful screamers. A few uncautious bystanders step aboard, leaving erstwhile plans asunder and newly acquired acquaintances immediately forgotten and nameless. The claptrap barrels on, slugging through dusty tracks in search of some nonplace to descend upon, and pause.
-H.E. Homes