out of sedona northbound

we drive like a bat through the fine city of flagstaff az on our way to salt lake city. or we thought we were going to drive like some bird, but we see a mexican restaurant there and pull in for some sustenance. sitting in a booth nearby are four more good interview subjects. we quickly set up and exchange our bedtime for a few more words of love and life on film. brittany and josephine get a good rapport up right away, and the waiters and cooks wander around kind of wondering what's going on but not asking a word. they only smile, discuss among themselves with hushed voices, and generously replenish any empty water glass before any drinker or speaker notices. we close the place down and we're back out on u.s. highway 89 for northern arizona. it's roaring songs on patti smith's 2002 album trampin' that carries me though the wee hours into Page AZ for the night.