All week, I've been remembering a sequence of thoughts I had Tuesday night as I drove to the City Council meeting.
It was already dark when I turned the corner onto Broadway. I glanced at the coffee shop, which was overly lit inside. "Hmm, Blanca's working tonight." A second later, I could see there were quite a few cars parked in the lot to the west of the coffee shop. "Great, Paul and Sheila have a good crowd tonight. I'm glad the business is going so well."
There was a large RV parked in front of the old tourist court in the next block, and a couple was spreading bedsheets over the table of knicknacks they'd set out to sell. "Guess they're calling it a night. They sure look cold out there. What a hard gig, they'll never make money doing that.....here. But, didn't I see them here last Christmas?"
Judy's burro was standing against the east wall of the laundromat in the third block. I thought, "She's in a warm place tonight; not somewhere on the side of the road. Good."
In the matter of seconds, I realized this initially bewildering and foreign town had became a place of rich familiar images, a place of people whom I know and like, a place I'd hate to leave too soon.
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