Feel Good Pit Stop
“I feel like a kid,” the older man said while his wife was positioning him for just the right shot in front of the flatbed ford in Winslow, Arizona. His wife just gave him a look. I tried being helpful while waiting for my turn. “We’re all kids here,” I called out.
And we are. If you are in Arizona, you can’t not stop by the little town made famous by the song. And if you don’t know the song, you are either too young or grew up listening to the wrong music. It was under two hours from Sedona and just a nice little town along Route 40. Thriving but quiet, with people lining up to have their pictures taken at a corner in Winslow, Arizona.
A store next by is the trinket and gift shop. It plays, I imagine, Eagles songs all day along with songs from the members. I had just taken my turn and then THE Don Henley came on, the one that I have written about so many times, use to explain what I am doing, and has been on my ind since I first heard it back when it came out back in 1989. I loved the song, New York Minute, but it also terrified me even then.
Graduating high school, eventually making my way to college, I knew Henley was talking about my future and there was not much I could do about it. I just didn’t have the tools. I had always hoped to find them to “change my stars” but the world moved onward and I did as well. I sat there in Winslow, sipping my coffee, smoking a cigarette, and listened to the song. Rest in peace, Harry. I’m far too much in this world, but I’m now trying to finally change that. The hope is is my clothes will be found scattered on some beach with a foo foo drink with a tiny umbrella waiting for me, a respite before unfolding my wings and launching into the other world.
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won’t be down on Wall Street in the morning
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfurl
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore”
Re: Winslow…”was it a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed ford,” slowing down to take a look at you? If so, go for it! 😊