Standing on the corner can be interesting.


I’m gettin’ my kicks on Route 66.

Standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona,

I’ve got one woman on my mind.

(She says she’s a friend of mine.)

I was a little too late to see the Petrified Forest National Park today, so I decided to check out Winslow.

This place appears to be a modern day ghost town.

I don’t know how it survives.

But then again, I could say the same about most of the towns I’ve passed in the last few days driving through the southwest.

So beautiful.

So desolate.


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