Growing up, this was a place where my friends and I could hang out, get first jobs, and fill up our first cars. Over the years, as all places like this go, it had several names. We always called it Murphy's, but some called it EJ's. It still has power to the diesel pumps, so they light up when the sky gets dim. It's an eerie site, and I always enjoyed seeing it.
I don't know what is going to happen to it, so I wanted to make a sketch of it before it disappeared.
"I see narrow orders, limited tightness, but will
not run to that easy victory:
still around the looser, wider forces work:
I will try
to fasten into order
enlarging grasps of disorder, widening
scope, but enjoying the freedom that
Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,
that I have perceived nothing completely,
that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk."
- A.R. Ammons, Corsons Inlet
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017
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