Trailrider Pizza sits on a curve alongside a dark night-time stretch of old Route 66 in the mountains on the outskirts of tiny Tijeras, N.M.
Lights were out, the business was closed for the night as I passed at about 2 Tuesday morning, heading home from one of my occasional marathon supply-run shopping trips to Albuquerque. Moon had not yet risen. As my headlights briefly cut through the trees and splashed across the dirt parking lot and illuminated for a second the unlit sign on the business, I recalled another night passing by. That was in early 2003, during the stupid, lying run-up to “W’s” Iraq war.
Then, Trailrider had a super-well-lit makeshift signboard sitting out by the highway. Wish I’d shot a photo.
“Give Pizza Chance.”