here was the vacant lot behind smokey updike 's oatley tap , yes , here it was at last , choked with weeds and blown trash - a rusty bedspring here , the grille of a 1957 ford over there , and a ghastly sickle moon like a bent bone in the sky overhead , turning every shard of broken glass into a dead and staring eye , and this had n't begun in new hampshire , had it ?