after awhile i started thinking maybe the picture was just a coincidence , too - those driver's-license photos really do n't look like anybody - but then i found your writers '' guild card , and one from pen , and i knew you were - `` - in trouble when the snow started coming down , but long before that he had stopped in the boulderado bar and tipped george twenty bucks to provide him with a second bottle of dom , and he had drunk it rolling up i-70 into the rockies under a sky the color of gunmetal , and somewhere east of the eisenhower tunnel he had diverted from the turnpike because the roads were bare and dry , the storm was sliding off to the south , what the hay , and also the goddam tunnel made him nervous .