The Thing, 1957 by Allen via Flickr
This close to Tucson.
Play that Funky Music White Boy on the radio.
Hal turned up the volume and sang along. He was almost to Benson, Arizona when the highway signs for The THING got his attention. No funny business, Mitch had said.
Dancing and singing.
Hal kept driving.
Moving to the grooving.
The signs came every couple of miles.
Mystery of the Ages?
What the hell could that be?
Some other time he would definitely go there.
From TRINITY SPRINGS FORWARD
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