There is a little town in my mind. I think it's somewhere near the Arizona or New Mexico deserts. I don't know the name of it. Actually I don't even know if it's a real town or not. There isn't much there. And old gas station, a diner, a bar and grill. The bar and grill has an old jukebox that plays old rhythm and blues and blues music. There's a rattlesnake skins hanging from the wall. There's a crusty bartender named Phyllis. And there's an even crossed your waitress name Chuck. It's a steady stream of locals that come in there because they have no other particular place they have to or want to be. Every day, I'm going to close my eyes for approximately one hour. And for that one hour... I'm going to be in this town at the diner or the bar and grill. I'll keep you updated on what happens.