“How’s your omelet?” “Good,” he answered. “Unusual, because there’s cheese inside and on top, too.” But it wasn’t gooey, drenched in cheese, the omelet was dry with brown edges like the cook wanted to make sure everything was cooked hard. It was how I… Continue Reading “Lunch at Brownie’s Cafe”
TV Indians Cardboard sets, rubber trees Blind reenactment ________________ The Daily Post: Branch
We had just driven through Buckeye, Arizona, and we were going nowhere. The exurbs of Phoenix seemed to go on forever, one beige/taupe/sand castle after another, the reach of old money seeping across the desert. We were looking for ranches and rust, old cars,… Continue Reading “Rodeo”
It was just before this moment, when the road was on the rise and had been for several winding miles, that we passed a man on the side of the road pushing a grocery cart loaded with bags and belongings. He wore the familiar… Continue Reading “Sightseeing”
Cowboy owns the town Horizon owned by others All dead, still breathing
When we travel, we figure out where the tourist towns are and then we head the other way. Today’s trip was to Ajo, Arizona, a very small town 43 miles north of the Mexican border and on the edge of Organ Pipe National Monument.… Continue Reading “A Quick Trip to Ajo”
It’s been years since they sat in the backseat. The last time we took a road trip, just the four of us, they were four and six. I don’t remember how old we were. I remember them in the backseat listening to folk songs… Continue Reading “Boys in the Backseat”
The sign said rest stop so we did.