Wouldn’t
it be fine if we could all meet at Lorenzo's in Luminous for coffee, cokes,
tacos, whatever. Everybody know where Lorenzo’s is. Right? On the main street
through town?
Maybe LoneStar could drive old Blue. John M could cruise there on his bike somehow by means of a mysterious tunnel that starts in California and ends in Luminous. I could borrow Raven from Jenae or just get her to fly me there. Neithan could drive his big truck. In dreams it’s easily done to start in Oregon and end up in Luminous.
Maybe Prof Farns and Nana and PK could dream it also.
Pointman shouldn’t have any trouble. He’s already in Texas.
Mysterious lurkers are welcome too!
If we were lucky, Mike Flores might appear and hook a chair over with his booted foot. Or that sardonic farmer’s wife and her grandson could join us.
Fortunately, Lorenzo’s is bigger on the inside than it appears to be from the outside, and Maria is a dream of a cook. We wouldn’t mind waiting while she covered all the orders. I bet we could talk until midnight, if she didn’t throw us out first!
After dark we could all go outside of town to gaze upon the Luminous lights on the far hillside. We could watch them ripple and shift colors as they moved, and marvel. Some of us might have to ride in the back of old Blue, or with NH.
We could drive the highways until dawn, just because. Then head back drowsy and wind whipped into Luminous and then if anyone was too tired to go home right away they could go see Toni at the Desert Rose motel and rent a cabin until they were rested.
Only a dream, but a good one!
Maybe LoneStar could drive old Blue. John M could cruise there on his bike somehow by means of a mysterious tunnel that starts in California and ends in Luminous. I could borrow Raven from Jenae or just get her to fly me there. Neithan could drive his big truck. In dreams it’s easily done to start in Oregon and end up in Luminous.
Maybe Prof Farns and Nana and PK could dream it also.
Pointman shouldn’t have any trouble. He’s already in Texas.
Mysterious lurkers are welcome too!
If we were lucky, Mike Flores might appear and hook a chair over with his booted foot. Or that sardonic farmer’s wife and her grandson could join us.
Fortunately, Lorenzo’s is bigger on the inside than it appears to be from the outside, and Maria is a dream of a cook. We wouldn’t mind waiting while she covered all the orders. I bet we could talk until midnight, if she didn’t throw us out first!
After dark we could all go outside of town to gaze upon the Luminous lights on the far hillside. We could watch them ripple and shift colors as they moved, and marvel. Some of us might have to ride in the back of old Blue, or with NH.
We could drive the highways until dawn, just because. Then head back drowsy and wind whipped into Luminous and then if anyone was too tired to go home right away they could go see Toni at the Desert Rose motel and rent a cabin until they were rested.
Only a dream, but a good one!
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