Thursday, March 30, 2006

Southwest 2

It was no mystery that Calvin Crackstone had always suppressed a grand desire to visit the great American Southwest. At least it was no mystery to Calvin Crackstone. What was a mystery to Calvin Crackstone, though, was that autumn night six months ago, the twenty-third of September to be exact. And that's exactly why Calvin Crackstone was thinking of Massachusetts just then, while sitting in an Arizona canyon, staring at some Anasazi ruins in the red rock sandstone just across a stream that spoke to him of things New England that he knew. Or didn't know.

~Son Rivers 2006

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Calvin - what started in September was but a taste of things to come. The journey continues.