{"id":786,"date":"2016-08-05T15:13:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-05T15:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2016\/08\/05\/williams"},"modified":"2021-09-19T01:40:41","modified_gmt":"2021-09-19T08:40:41","slug":"williams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=786","title":{"rendered":"Williams"},"content":{"rendered":"
It is the last town bypassed by Interstate 40, a relic of the old Route 66. A place of steam engine trains, cowboys and handle bar mustaches. A city seemingly stuck in an era of yesteryear, and not wanting or needing to change a thing.<\/div>\n
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Welcome to Williams<\/a>.<\/a><\/div>\n
Neon antiques litter the main street, along with vintage cars and Harley bikes. In the emptiness and quiet of morning, I walk along the train tracks with a owner less dog, together we try to get a feel for this town.<\/div>\n
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Smokey the bear greets us and a flood of childhood memories cause my eyes to well up in tears.<\/a><\/div>\n
I try to explain to Cbug and crazylegs the history of the West as we walk together in the Arizona evening, but my attempt at a history lesson is lost in youthful boredom.<\/a><\/div>\n
That’s OK though, as I like to think the memories and conversations will stick with them subconsciously.<\/div>\n\n\n
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