Journey Over Destination, Ep. 35

Episode 35 Celebrating AZ

Julie introduces us to her favorite aspects of Lockett Meadow, and then Lisa takes us back 30 years and through El Chapo’s drug tunnel.

Mug: Channel 3, "Arizona's Family"

From Draft Manuscript for “Standup Woman”

 by Lisa Schnebly Heidinger

         Because of the angle of the house and lights we wanted in the background, it was a better shot if I were sitting on one of the milk crates Tom used to store cables and such, although I would be framed tightly enough there’s be no sign I wasn’t standing.  We were the top of the show; I heard, “Lisa Schnebly is on the border with the story.” Instaed of saying, “Cameron and Heidi, the house you see across the border has a very sophisticated drug tunnel leading to a site in Arizona,” I said: nothing.  Deer in the headlines.  Understudy gets a chance.  Blows it.  Lights out forever.  I would have banged my forehead bloody, but nothing would help.

The next morning I would retrieve a message on my phone from Bill Mosley, a genial, outgoing, comfortable veteran sports reporter.  He said, “I know it felt like forever.  If you go look at the tape, it was under four seconds.  That could have been technical difficulties from the border or you not getting a cue.  Don’t worry about it.  Anyone who hasn’t done that hasn’t done enough yet.  It happens to us all.”  I will always be grateful.

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Faring Well

by Julie Morrison

Some of the best loves don’t come to stay,

at least not in the shapes where they start.

We think, or hope, they’re bound one way,

then they corner, tearing off with our heart.

It’s easy to claim they were never to be,

or that we mistook frog for prince,

but the point of some loves is to free us

from ideas we haven’t had since:

that romance is dead, or gentlemen gone,

or happiness comes with a cap – no,

love should convert dream sunsets to dawn

and explode past relationship maps.

You taught love can better—not just be best yet—

and I learned to want more than I did when we met.

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