Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

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which I used to look out on the pavement of 16th Street and then swiftly return to John Walters’s warm flower bed with Janny. The next morning he serves us in shorts and an apron. ‘John Walters One And Only Special Breakfast’ with juice, coffee, fried eggs, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, toast and sweet rolls. “My family is from Scotland”, he smiles in explanation, while outside under the pergola he puts our flowery plates on their flowery mats. “Enjoy.” 54
Eleven After a lot of ‘come back some time’ and ‘have fun, you guys’ from John and some morning traffic jams around Denver, we head west through the burned desolation of Colorado and Utah in our little air conditioned dome. Outside the dome the air is so hot that we bridge the distances to a Starbucks or diner with groping gestures and surprised cries. “Wow!” The warm wind blows the sweat right off our arms. In the evening we stop over in Green River, about four hundred miles west of Denver and one of the few places along Interstate 70 that’s mentioned in our Lonely Planet. Rightly so, because this is the first place with food and a bed after about a hundred miles of solitude. And because it is a classic example of the contemporary version of a western town. Wide road from start to finish. Shops with 55
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