Take It Easy

I spent some time in a part of the military where you had to go to a lot of schools. One of my instructors was from Winslow, Arizona. He was probably bragging when he talked about standing on a corner.

Seven years later: struggling to make mortgage payments, with a $200/mo. renter, playing guitar at a Chinese restaurant for tips, beer, and food. Singing the words “we may lose, or we may win, but we will never be here again.” I believed it at the time, and I was right. We used to walk outside after a few cocktails and look at the setting sun. It was beautiful.