I like three of the four stories in here. Enough so that I remembered them and like to re-read them. I could not, for the life of me, remember what happened in Roadwork, even while I was reading it. I kept slipping to the thought that it was his story about a guy who buries his wife's killer by digging a pit in the highway and tricking the car into driving into it. That story I liked. Roadwork, not so much. The interesting thing about these stories is how predictive they are. When these were written school shootings were unheard of and reality tv was embryonic.