In The City Of Angels.

Where are you, John Prine?

I drove north on the 101, past the Hollywood sign and hillside houses on stilts, into the flat land of the San Fernando Valley. Entering Ventura County, I turned off the suddenly unfamiliar radio and listened to John Prine. I Remember Everything.

I’ve been down this road before. I remember every tree. Every single blade of grass holds a special place for me.