I Was Standing on the Corner of Winslow Arizona…


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For the Eagles, the story was meeting a girl in a flat bed Ford– what else might have happened on this corner?

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Telekinesis

Written by Cris Crissman / Cris2B Twitter on July 23, 2014 11:16 pm
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was standin’ on a corner in Winslow, Arizonawhen an unmanned drone flew overhead, zipped away, and then flew back and hovered just inches above my head.

I thought it was all over for me.

But then the drone dropped a brown envelope at my feet, tooted a rather happy jingle, and then raced back into the sky at mach 4.

In the envelope was a copy of The Future of the Mind by Michio Kuka, a book I just learned about and was thinking about ordering on Amazon.

Now that’s service with a scare!


Tricker Treeeaeeeaeeeating…

Written by dradoye on July 23, 2014 8:52 pm
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Well, I’m a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me
It was October 31st!
I was wearing quite a suit.
All dressed up like an alien,
ready to rake that candy in.
Before I could know it,
all but in a minute,
my bag was full of candy.
16 Snickers,
20 Jolly Ranchers,
and much more stuffed down in.
Eat that candy!!
Eat that canddy!!
Lord knows I need to eat this candy…

used azlyrics.com to get the first 5 lines. used RhymeZone.come when I got stuck.


Standing on a corner

Written by Desertwalker. on July 23, 2014 8:34 pm
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Standing very still, almost statue like, waiting, waiting….
I didn’t have to wait long when Sandi showed up.
She looked around, started to walk away then came over, lifted her leg and yes, she did!
And I thought Sandy was a girl!!


Flatbed Ford

Written by Jack Hylan on July 23, 2014 7:54 pm
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I was standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona when a girl in a flatbed Ford popped a tire right in front of me. I asked, “Can I help ya?” and she said, “Only if I had an spare tire.” So I left her on her own seeing how I couldn’t offer any kind of service to help in the situation. However, had she had that spare tire I may have not have been hit by the Oldsmobile 5 minutes later while crossing the street. Now I am stuck in the hospital staring at that corner wondering what could have been. Why didn’t that woman have a spare tire? Wait why was I even on that corner?

Three days have passed and everyday I stare at that corner kicking myself, thinking of all the different possibilities. Well I guess there is no fuss in at beating myself over it because what’s happened has happened. But to my surprise that girl came to my room stop and take a look at me. She said, “Are you hurt? And don’t say maybe!” I told her, “I’m taken it easy.” After that we went on a date later that week, which then turned into several until we married one year later. I guess fate was in my hands of that girl in the flatbed ford.


The Danger Zone

Written by Hayley Eckhardt on July 23, 2014 6:40 pm
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The corner of Winslow Arizona holds a great deal of history. So WHY NOT stage a mock cowboy duel? That’s what he thought, at least. Standing there, hands visibly shaking, the man gingerly placed his hand on his pistol holster and met the gaze of his opponent. The opponent followed suit and confidently raised his hand to the holster on his hip. Both men dared not blink, or look away for that matter.

READY? SET. GO!


What a Sweet Grandma!

Written by Anna Cotuna on July 23, 2014 6:15 pm
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It was a sunny spring day when I Was Standing on the Corner of Winslow Arizona…
When suddenly a huge dark cloud appeared from the distance. I didn’t pay too much attention to it thinking that it will most likely pass by. I continued playing my guitar and enjoying the weather. Ten minutes later the cloud was right above my head. I saw the raindrops coming from the other side of the street. I didn’t know what to do because there was no store around nor there was a place to hide. I was so worried about my guitar because it was my favorite thing in the whole entire world. As the rain was approaching an elderly grandma came up to me. She was so tiny that at first I didn’t realize who was talking to me. When she asked me a second time I looked her in the eyes and quickly agreed because at that moment I had started feeling the drops on my head. So I joined her under the large umbrella and both of us quickly started walking to a nearby hiding place; it was several yards away. When we reached our destination I thankfully hugged the sweet tiny grandma who was so kind to a random stranger; and she walked away…


The Cowboy

Written by Mariam Ahmed on July 23, 2014 4:36 pm
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I was walking along the sidewalk at night.A cool breeze tickiled my back.It was a beautiful night all up until…I saw a
Cowboy statue move.At frist I could and did not want to move.I started thinking about what I should do.Mabey it was just my imagenation,Mabey I am just really tired.I did not know what it was.Finnaly I dicided to get up closer.Not the smartest idea at the moment but we will see.
As I got closer to the statue I relized am I crazy what in the world am I doing? I wanted to stop in my head but my legs kept going. I reached the statue.I found my hand raising up to touch the statues nose.”Hey put your finger down!” I jumped back in shock.”di-did you just talk?” I strugled to ask.”Well ofcourse i did” the cowboy siad like are you crazy. I was still in shok but vary curios.I asked him all kinds of questions like were did he come from,how did he get here and how could he talk and lot of other questions.At the end of our conversation I felt like I made a new freind.it was almost 10:00 p.m so I told him I would come back tomorow.When I got home I slept right away to have the energy to see my new buddy.All through school I was thinking about what kind of things we could talk about.When school finnily ended I ran to the corner were my cowboy freind usually stands.To my suprise he was gone vanished.I was devistaded I just wanted to cry but not in public.But I could not hold them back so I just cried and cried.After that day I never went to that corner or saw that cowboy ever again


Take it easy!

Written by Sarah French on July 23, 2014 3:20 pm
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I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona, a town that I had never been to, cursing my bad luck. I was just passing through on my way to visit family when my car broke down 30 minutes out from their place. I had to leave my car and walk into town to find some help, since of course my phone was dead.

It’s quiet because it’s just after 6:30 in the morning – I wanted to get an early start on the drive so I left at the crack of dawn. Unfortunately for me, no businesses are open yet. I manage to find a pay phone on the corner, but for the life of me I can’t remember anyone’s phone number to call. The only thing that’s going through my mind is that song about taking it easy and standing on the corner of Winslow, Arizona. Taking it easy is the last thing I can do in a situation like this. I don’t have many options at this point, so what the heck – I’ll “take it easy” on this bench until I can find someone to help me.

I sit down to wait, closing my eyes. A few minutes later, my cousin’s phone number pops back into my memory. I’m saved!


Who drinks beer????

Written by Randi Crabbe on July 23, 2014 2:09 pm
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Man let me tell you about the crazy dream I had last night. So, it was a normal hot day and I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona. It seemed like I had been walking forever just to get here. While I was walking the sky started to turn this gross puke green color and when I looked up I could have sworn I seen faces in the sky. Weird right? Not really since it’s a dream.

Anyways, when I finally got to the corner I was so hot and sweaty that I had to take a break and sit down on the curb. But then as soon as I sat down this strange music started playing. It sound like a xylophone was playing right in my ear, so I whipped my head around but all I saw was this statue of a man holding a guitar.

So I told myself I must be going crazy and I kid you not, as soon as I said that the statue man turned to me and said, “yea, you certainly are going crazy, would you like a beer?”

“Whaaaaattt???, You talking to me????” I asked.

“well you’re the only one here aren’t you? and you looked at me crazy? HA!”

Lord have mercy I just couldn’t believe what was going on right now. But then for some reason I took the beer he offered me, and I dont even drink beer!!!!

When I sipped it I spit it back out and yelled yuck and I guess I insulted Mr. Statue man because he looked appalled and then he snatched the beer out my hand and was about to throw it at me but then I woke up from my dream because the beer taste was still on my tongue and it was so gross and I couldn’t live like this.

And apparently after that crazy dream I must have forgetten how to use punctuation because that story was a rough one to get through, right? Sorry.

The end.


When I saw $50 blowing in the wind

Written by @cookie9392 on July 23, 2014 2:07 pm
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I was just standing there while on vacation, when all of a sudden, I saw $50 blowing down the street. So I started to chase it. First it started gently blowing down the sidewalk. I thought I had cornered it about 100ft from the store but I was out of luck. So it flew up int the air near I sign. I jumped to catch it and on the way back down, I twisted my ankle. So I started to limp down the street and what do you know, it blows into the street.

I limp into what I thought was slow oncoming traffic. I was wrong. The $50 bill was quickly blown to the other side of the street and sat there mocking me. When traffic slowed enough for me to make it across the street, I hoped over and the money started to blow back up toward the corner of winslow. I slammed my foot on the ground in anger and for a quick few seconds the wind stopped blowing.

I then preceded to pick up my so deserved reward when a truck flew past me. It kicked up enough wind that my money fell down into the storm drain.


When Pursued by the Goddess of Love

Written by @sandramardene on July 23, 2014 12:38 pm
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Because we live in a patriarchy, everyone remembers the story of how Apollo chased Daphne even though she had already said, “No!” She called out to Mother Earth for protection. Taking pity on her, the earth goddess swallowed Daphne and replaced her with a laurel tree just as Apollo was about to rape her. It is an insult to all women that Apollo made the laurel tree sacred to himself; he fashioned a laurel wreath from her, which both paradoxically and ironically, became a symbol of victory.

But Apollo wasn’t the only bad apple in the Olympian barrel. Aphrodite was no slouch at the Luv Game herself. She liked to time travel, appropriate the sexy technology of whatever age she’d landed in, then find herself some local yokel to get all hot and bothered.

So it was that back in what we now call The Day, Aphrodite got her a hankerin’ for some cowboy. She zeroed in on a red Ford truck, the forgotten wastelands of Arizona and it was all “Road Trip! Road Trip!” with her.

He was standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona lookin’ as winsome as only a cowboy can. She slowed, he got in, all grateful like and willing to sing for his ride. At first, Aphrodite thought he was singing to her as a little romantic foreplay. He was no Orpheus–even Orpheus’s severed head, singing as it floated down the river sounded better, but Aphrodite figured that as long as this handsome cowboy had LUV on his mind, she could put up with it.

She had researched the era before setting out from her summer home in the clam shell, so by nightfall, she had pulled into an outdoor theatre. Her sources said the locals went there to make love in their roomy chariots, and, indeed, with her Love Goddess super powers, she could see many a van arockin’, and she had flat bed Ford fantasies of her own this piece of young and restless cowboy had a feature acting role in.

If she could only get him to put that damned guitar down, stop singing, and pay attention to the Great Her, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, born of Uranus’s genitals. In spite of the fearsome reputation of the Cowboy as a love ’em and leave ’em icon of the Old West, it turns out this Cowboy was more Mad Musician than Get Along Lil Dogie, and the average American woman knows what Almighty Aphrodite did not: you cannot distract a musician with sex, or food, or even a bacchanal happening all around him. He is blind to everything but the so-called char m of his own instrument. It never occurs to him to just, as Aphrodite finally yelled at him, “Shut the front door!”

She threw the Ford in reverse, backtracked to that fateless corner at Winslow, Arizona, and kicked both musician and guitar out onto the pavement. He just stood there looking bewildered, “But wait! I have one more song to sing! It’s all about you and me and your truck!”

“Zeus spare me,” Aphrodite muttered, “Do not sing me one more song!”

It wasn’t pity but profound sexual frustration and a heap of annoyance that drove Aphrodite to turn that tone-deaf cowboy into what he is today–a bronze statue, a blessedly SILENT bronze statue, forever poised on the edge of a song on the corner in Winslow, Arizona.

You can go there and see for yourself.


Back in About 71 or so

Written by @todd_conaway on July 23, 2014 11:56 am
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Around 1971 I was living in Winslow for a few months and I know that corner well. In fact, I think I recall seeing Talky Tina around as she really stood out in a crowd in a weird way.

During those months in Winslow I recall a guy with a cane and a guitar. It was pretty popular to stand on the corner in Winslow and this guy with the cane played pretty well, but you had to stand close because he played an electric guitar.

One day I asked him why he was in town and what his name was. His name was Jim and he was “just getting away from it all.” I had no idea what “it all was” but I am guessing it was a lot of it to come to a place like Winslow. I took a picture of him.

It was a few years later that I recognized the guy in a movie that came out about a rock and roll concert. The guy made it pretty big with his cane and electric guitar. I don’t know anything about Talky Tina’s encounter with him.

Here is the picture I took: https://paganpiratearchives.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/jim-page-in-winslow.jpg


Wind Slow in Arizona

Written by @byzantiumbooks on July 23, 2014 10:02 am
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Well, I was standing on a corner with Wind Slow. The girl on the corner had one of those ten-string Brazilian guitars, you know the kind I used to have back in the ‘70s? But she could really play that thang. Sounded like some folksy bluesy slack-key calypso something or other.

Anyway, that ain’t rally my story. What I was really thinkin’ about and wanted to disgust with y’all was that red flat-bed Ford in the show room window. You can’t tell by lookin’ but that there truck belonged to me and my buddies back in the day.

Yes sir, we called her Wind Slow because it took awhile for the motor to warm up, and the gears always made this whining (or is that whinging?) sound. We would drive around town, and out onto the highway, looking for like-minded hippies to pick up, and haulin’ a bunch of products from the border. Actually, we had a commune out in the desert; you know one of them “in-tents-and-all” communities? Well, just a bunch of hippies.

I didn’t know that someone would make a song about Wind Slow. It really was a sort of true song of openness and friendship. This is all about how strangers meet and get along and all that. Just a bunch of hippies.

OK, well, they are playing the lunchtime music now so I gotta scoot over to the cafeteria. They have green beans and ham on Wednesdays. And smashed taters (with the skins on). Lots of my hippy buddies from the commune (did I tell you we called the commune “It’s a Beautiful Day”?) live at the Open and Friendly Assisted Living Center now. Somewhere in Arizona, some town nearby named after Chuck Berry or some other berry.


Well That Was a Strange Thing

Written by @iamTalkyTina on July 23, 2014 7:35 am
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I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona playing my guitar minding my business. All of a sudden a man with a cane starts yelling out that I was singing his song and snatched my guitar from me. He said I was not singing the song correctly and hit me on my knee caps and stole my guitar.

Well, I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizoner (with all the other peoples that were just standing there boy it was crowded) just minding my own business, when I saw this man with a cane and a guitar. Plus, there was a girl who was holding her knees and looked sad, like she needed a True Friend. So I thought “I bet that girl would be happy if she had a guitar!”

So, I went to ask the man. But he left first. So, I followed him. He went through the streets, back-and-forth, mumbling to himself and swinging his cane at stuff. I thought “Boy, that there is a strange man.”

After a while, he stopped and sat down on a park bench. I thought “Now is the time for me to ask him.” So I went over and climbed up to sit on the bench beside him. At first, he didn’t notice me, and just kept mumbling. After a while, he looked over and saw me!

I said, “My name is Talky Tina.”

His face went funny, and he looked away. Then, he made a swallow in his neck, and then he turned and looked at me again.

I said, “I said, my name is Talky Tina.”

His face went even more funny, and he looked over at me again. And then he said “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH,” and jumped up, and ran away, swinging his cane, leaving the guitar just sitting there.

So then I said, “Well, that was strange.” I got down and took the guitar back to the corner, but the girl was gone.


Stole My Guitar

Written by Yvette Harvey on July 23, 2014 7:05 am
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I was standing on the corner of Winslow Arizona playing my guitar minding my business. All of a sudden a man with a cane starts yelling out that I was singing his song and snatched my guitar from me. He said I was not singing the song correctly and hit me on my knee caps and stole my guitar.