The Garden of Eden sign is meant to lure you off the highway, out of your car, and down close to the earth, where the growing things moan and ask you for money. The sign rotates with a familiar squeak heard on the radio miles before, the audible equivalent of an itch in your ear which in turn is linked to some trouble deeper inside your head. The rotation reminds me of the Satellite Inn, where once I spent several uneventful nights.     The story told me that here, in the Garden of Eden Cave, Vengeance was being planned For The Dead.