One-Sentence Journal, Week Twenty-Five

  1. 12/16/2013:  Because I’m a risk taker, I’ve decided to travel this week with the most stripped-down baggage I’ve ever attempted to subsist on for a work trip, and I’m almost positive I’m going to forget something crucial.
  2. 12/17/2013:  Landing in Texas to temperatures nearly 70° warmer than what it’s been like in Missoula, it was highway driving with the windows down to Laurel Land Cemetery, where I sat at the gravesite of Stevie Ray Vaughan and listened to him and Double Trouble play “Rude Mood” through my headphones.
  3. 12/18/2013:  For a lonely night in Dallas, I recommend Adair’s Saloon, Red singing tearjerkers, and a tabletop covered with friends who don’t pass judgment.
  4. 12/19/2013:  A blizzard in Salt Lake City turned a generic travel day home to an exercise in patience, leaving me plenty of time to reflect on the simple beauty of wonderful friends in far-flung places, and how getting to know them infuses a city or landscape with their presence . . . even if they aren’t there.
  5. 12/20/2013:  A weird thing about travel — and this has happened far more than once — is I get a little out of the loop of the mainstream outrage cycle, such that a kerfluffle can spark, explode, and subside again all in the few days I’m gone, so that all I really see is the puff of smoke its left behind.
  6. 12/21/2013:  Not for no good reason is this called the longest night of the year. . . .
  7. 12/22/2013:  Dismayed to reflect that I can’t remember a looming Christmas that seemed less Christmasy than this; perhaps it being the first that Sid isn’t under my roof has something to do with it.


Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

5 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Twenty-Five”

  1. Your Stevie Ray Vaughan moment. Cool, Chris. A fan here that still feels his absence. And I know what you mean about the outrage. I’m an extensive traveler myself and have thought that myself but have never seen someone put that in words.

    1. Thanks, Dave. I’ve learned a lot about Stevie in recent weeks, as a friend was a friend of his family, and it’s given me fresh appreciation for his work. Oddly, the last trip I was on before Dallas I stayed not even a mile from where he was killed. A strange coincidence, really.

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