who was it, hmmmm?
which one of you?
I know that one of you has to have been to flagstaff, arizona.
you had walked the old fashioned streets.
drank at one of the local breweries.
eaten some of the best diner breakfast around.
hiked the butterscotch-tree lined mountain in the background.
dug the vibe.
spent too much money at the second-hand book store.
spent too much time at the one with the records.
listened to the train wail from miles away before coming to stop right across from the main streets.
yet didn’t tell me.
probably didn’t tell anyone.
shame on you.
and shame on me.
as I’m this far into writing this.
and am now thinking about doing the same.