If you spend a lot of time driving around this country you see a lot of things – interesting things. All too often these things rise up quickly and then fade in the distance – momentary glimpses – lost in the blur of landscape at 55mph. Now and then I would stop. I stopped at the shrine of charred rubble that was the Flaming Star Lounge. Apparently it had gone super nova, and in that last, glorious burst of razzle-dazzle, gave all that was left to give. Alas, no more Pabst, no more peeling out in the gravel parking lot, no more jukebox, no more Texas two step. Yes, the Flaming Star had fallen, as Lucifer fell – in flame. I breathed in the heavy air, embraced the silence, and determined to insure that the Flaming Star Lounge live on. Click.
Photo taken with KODAK Instant Camera, ca 1985
