GuysterRules (guysterrules) wrote,
GuysterRules
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Winslow

After Bob and I hastily packed our loose ends and the movers had left the building, we looked around for a moment. The house was empty save the toupees of dog hair that littered every uncovered corner. I knelt in front of Bob and kissed him on the lips. Hard. He trotted to the front gate and I looked back one last time before I locked the door.

“Oh. You're going without me?” I asked Bob as I turned to go down the three stairs from our porch. He nose was already pressed against the gate in anticipation for what he thought would be a routine walk around his block. The Explorer was packed and I had laid out his bed behind the front passenger seat, surrounded by boxes.

He had never gotten into the car configured like that so we had to lift and negotiate a comfortable entry. He settled in and I pulled away at 5pm yesterday. Traffic was thankfully light and we arrived in Colton, near Loma Linda, an hour after sunset. I went to a few motels in the cluster of accommodations available at this exit and the only one to accept dogs was Motel 6. When I walked in and saw the bulletproof glass, I had a flash of our time in Memphis.

After Bob's walk and dinner, I ran out to Popeye’s and brought it back to my room, watching For Love Or Money 2. After Nightline’s coverage of the blackout, I fell asleep to the drunken Charlie Rose interviewing a Harvard professor on his new study of Freud. Charlie had as much trouble keeping his eyes open as I did.

I woke up determined to make Flagstaff today and ultimately I overshot into Winslow. It’s a barren town, once a part of the famed Route 66 but now dried into a mound of tumbleweed and a Days Inn. The only two restaurants are Chinese, oddly named Joey Ago’s and Entre. I ordered pork lo mein from Entre and choked it down, willfully ignoring the horrifying possibilities of what it could contain while watching Cupid.

I’ve really missed Live Journal, writing and talking these past two days. I miss Billy in the passenger seat. I’ve missed reading my friends and I thank you all for your support.

There was a single lyric that ran through my head all day although I tried to drown it out with Annie Lennox and Marc’s one-hit-wonder CDs he gave me for the road. It’s a Bruce lyric, of course, and while I have heard it and sang it more times than I could ever count, it never had more resonance than today.

Now all those things that seemed so important
Baby they just vanished right into the air
Sometimes I act like I don’t remember
Sometimes I act like I don’t care.
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