We drove into town mid-afternoon.
The sun was drooping from the sky.
It was hot and dusty. We came for one purpose
and one purpose only. We wanted to see 'the corner'.
I'd heard the song many times. It's one of my favorites,
but I never stopped to ponder about where that 'corner'
was. Winslow. Winslow, Arizona. Second and Kingsley
to be exact. We twisted through town and parked along
the street. There it was. A bronze statue of a young
Don Henley. Murals along the brick walls. A girl in a
flatbed Ford. We'd listened to the song all the way
into town. I crossed the street to take a picture.
I needed to remember the moment. The music started
and I jumped. It was magical. Really it was a woman
in a window above the street who knew we'd appreciate
the song. We perused her store and bought t-shirts
because she was so thoughtful. Then we slipped into
the car and moved on. We'd seen what we'd come for.
Watching the sun set in the distance, we decided to
'take it easy.'