Bootleg Flyer


Along came the clouds.

Driving.

Out on Highway 61. That’s where Abraham and God a conversation. That’s what Bob Dylan said. Apparently, God wasn’t messing around. So Abraham did what he was told. Sometimes there are little miracles when you least expect them.

On Saturday, Sophie Rose wasn’t doing so good. I was afraid I might lose her. It was later than the vet’s office was open so I considered taking her to an emergency vet.

Before I did, I had a word with God. I don’t really pray. I just talk. I said that I didn’t matter. I said that Sophie is a sweet, gentle loving dog. She didn’t deserve to cross the rainbow bridge just yet. She fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up on Sunday, she wanted to go for a walk. I thought she just need to go out for a minute. Oh no, we went for a very good longish walk. She came in and drank a lot of water.

She also annoyed the other dogs, she kept me from working. She acted like her normal self. When it was dinner time she ate three cups of food. That’s all of the dogs limits. Usually, they are happy with 2 1/2 cups. For the past week or two she was barely eating about a half a cup. She lost a lot of weight. My goal is to add weight to her.

I’m not very religious. I have a spiritual side to me. My prayers are discussions. I have no idea if God, or whoever your higher power is, even works this way. But, something happened.

For sure, she still has a dental appointment. I’m fairly confident that I managed to kill the gum infection. I’m pretty sure her bladder stone has fallen apart.

For now, that’s enough.

That’s Highway 61 that you are looking at. We live pretty much at the southern terminus. When you get to the Crossroads up in Mississippi, that’s where Robert Johnson supposedly made his deal with the devil. We also live fairly near to the cemetery where Gram Parsons, founder of THe Flying Burrito Brothers and who also brought country rock to Los Angeles, is laid to rest. We live in a weird place. All sorts of pirates and assorted characters roamed these parts.

Some still do. They just don’t have the class of their forefathers.

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

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