Fall now ahead, Sylvie’s baseball season over, we drove from Tucson to San Diego, where Sylvie was to attend a three day conference. Not in a hurry, we drove west to Why, then dropped south to the border crossing at Lukeville. Back in old Mexico, we stopped in Sonoyta to eat, dry and hot, folksContinue reading “Tucson to San Diego”
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Intransitive
Sylvie and I drove southeast and south from Tucson, stayed a couple of nights as tourists in Tombstone, crossing the border at Naco into old Mexico, where we spent a night in Motel Cowboy, and a few nights farther out, in a rough cabin in a shady grove near a dry stream bed. Attempt noContinue reading “Intransitive”
66 Breaths of Barstow for Babs
talk desert deepens day drifts west cool prose sand morn crossroads family 1957 trunk $300 bra-pinned Route 66 Los Angeles cures ocean butterfly tomato sunrise donkey birds emerge cowboy hat floats salt sweet evening hills angel hovers sky metallic blue orange sea falls ten-pound raindrops children embrace across country blows highway tumbleweed train side windsContinue reading “66 Breaths of Barstow for Babs”
