An excerpt:
“As I crossed Main Street in front of Family Drug, (now the T-shirt shop,) I paused on the deserted pavement. I could have laid down for a nap, it was that empty. I looked up and down Moab’s main thoroughfare, and I thought to myself…this is history. This is history. Someday it won’t be like this on a Sunday afternoon, and I will long for this moment when the real world seemed so faraway, and the air was still, and even the light seemed softer and more golden. Where I could have stretched out on the Main Street asphalt and taken a snooze.”
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