Of course, a place like Santa Rosa would have once had a business with some kind of arrowhead theme. It was, at one time, sort of expected.
I guess the demise of a business with some kind of arrowhead theme is also sort of expected.
Today, the empty arrow points toward a weedy, dusty vacant lot that’s got a swingset and one basketball goal, and nothing else.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
If you can figure out how to get there – with the Do Not Enter and the One Way and the No Left Turn – you might be able to find some bargains at the thrift store.
But, if that’s not your deal (or even if it is), I’d like to encourage you to visit my friend Paul Zarzkski’s place; scroll nearly to the end, until you find the poem called “Montana Second Hand,” a lovely poem that takes place at a St Vincent de Paul store.
Still have some time on your hands? Here’s Paul, reciting “Black upon Tan” at the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering.
It’s a long way from Ann Arbor to cowboy poets; thanks for indulging my journey.
Along Broadway Street
Ann Arbor, Michigan