There are a lot of folks who need help carrying a load right now, whether that means with literally hauling their personal possessions, or providing other forms of support. There seems to have been an unusually high concentration of troubling events recently, including the catastrophic flooding in my home state of Michigan due to the bursting of the Edenville dam (which had occurred on May 19, 2020, just before I had written this article), which led to the displacement of thousands of people. Seeing the empty bed of this El Camino, some of the lyrics to a verse from his classic “Lean On Me” came to mind: He also had an extraordinary gift for melody. I am a huge fan of his work, and of his blunt, no-frills, truthful, and yet elegant way around a song lyric. I was crushed when I had learned of the passing of singer/songwriter/musician Bill Withers earlier this year. It felt almost like it was waiting there to greet just me, saying, “Welcome back to the world outside your condo. Within maybe ten or fifteen minutes of leaving the house, I was rewarded for doing so by seeing this lovely, non-pampered 1980 El Camino parked on the street. I had decided to leave my SLR camera at home, as I didn’t feel like messing around with disinfecting its surfaces should I have felt the need to manually adjust its controls or click the shutter button, but I did have my phone which has a pretty decent camera on it.
EL CAMINO CAR 1980 MOVIE
I did a little reading beforehand in order to establish proper safety protocol, but there was nothing there I hadn’t already been made aware of, so I donned my face mask, put on a sweatshirt, and headed out the door, leaving the movie I had been watching on “pause”. I realize I have written about this before ( here and here), but my stroll at the beginning of this past May was especially significant in that it was my first since the current COVID-19 pandemic had been recognized domestically. One of my happiest and best discoveries of last year was how much I enjoy simply taking a walk in the afternoon or early evening around Edgewater in Chicago’s north side. Almost exactly one month ago, I took my first walk through my neighborhood on what had been the warmest Sunday afternoon of the year, up to that point.
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