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LESLIE'S JOURNAL |
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| Date: 2nd May
| Time: sunset | Place: Midway Cafe, Adrian TX | |||
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Maybe the Midway Cafe (or in fact the whole town of Adrian) is like Brigadoon and only appears every once in a while. The last time we came through, halfway from Chicago to LA, the cafe was full of people and the service station next door was operating in full swing. Tonight as we pulled into town, hoping for some coffee, some pie and maybe even a little chat, we have found the place completely deserted. The old 1930s pickup truck parked outside and the absence of anyone save ourselves makes it feel as if we have gone through some kind of a time warp. Being a native New Mexican and having grown up in the foothills of a beautiful granite mountain, I always thought it would be death to live in a completely flat place and I have hitherto regarded the Texas 'panhandle' as a part of the country to be avoided or at least passed through very quickly. But we have taken a moment to stop in the parking lot of the cafe, midway from LA to Chicago, while I type in my journal, my legs hanging out the side of the car, and Helen writes a letter to leave in Bob's mailbox down the road. The sunset looks beautiful from here and we can hear the birds singing their goodevening song and the flat, flat land even looks pretty in this light. I wonder what it looks like from up in one of Bob's airplanes. I must confess I got a little sad when we crossed the boarder into Texas. Going through New Mexico on the way out was like saying hello, but now we are headed east it definately feels like goodbye. Still, I ate blue corn cheese enchiladas with Chimayo red chile sauce at The Shed in Santa Fe this afternoon, so all in all, things are good in my world. I think some birds have nested in the old cafe sign high above my head. Two miles to Bob's place. 1139 miles to Chicago. |
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