Lost Highways, Old Men, And Gas Stations

I like the lost highways, where time has passed by, leaving its mark then moving on. A moment captured in time, then forgotten. I like the sound of gravel crunching beneath my boots and the sound of a rusty sign swinging in the wind

I like the intensity of looking into the old men’s eyes that sit in front of the old gas stations and seeing their journey written on their souls.

I see beauty in the deserted garden. The gate is broken and rusty, the paths overgrown, the pools cloudy and the fish long gone. I walk these paths and I can feel the ghost of lovers that once met here and of songs now silent.

It has been a while since I rode the lost highway. I reflect back on what I learned traveling these back roads and byways. They are life’s way of educating us and teaching us the things we need to know to prepare us for the day we leave the lost highway and make our way back to society.

Point Of View

At a young age, I hiked and hitched hiked across the south working in tobacco fields, picking cotton and in orange groves. I walked for days on a railroad track camping out at night under the stars, sometimes hiding in a freight car and going where the rails took me. I slept in bunkhouses with people and heard their stories. I learned that everyone has a story and something to teach you. I learned gratitude from people who shared with me some of the small amount of food they had.

That summer changed me forever by making me see people struggle and work all day yet at the end of the day sit around a campfire and share food, singing songs and telling their children bedtime stories. I knew I would always strive to be kind and give back to those in need. In the busy world we live in today it is a challenge to be the person I was on the lost highway but always deep within me, I hear the train rumbling down the line. I hear a child crying on a hot day in the fields and I can feel the scars on my hands from picking cotton. In the end, I am thankful for scars and my tears. Life was often hard but the things life showed me will be a part of who I am forever.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
I have 40 years of Retail Management experience. I am the person they send in to fix things. Call it a Store Focus Specialist, a Smoke Jumper, an Outlaw. I can work within the system or go outside the box when needed. I love walking into chaos and bringing order. I am not a key word person and my education came from mentors not schools. I believe that everything that we do starts with hiring the right people. Driving sales, merchandising, customer service and metrics are just keywords until you hire the right people. My top talents are Recruiting, hiring, training, associate development, and going into a focus store and turning it around. Most importantly I believe in people and that if you teach them, develop them and believe in them they will do far more than they thought possible.
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Aldo Delli Paoli
Aldo Delli Paoli

Larry,
your stories always awaken deep emotions that make you think.
Thank You.

Aldo Delli Paoli
Aldo Delli Paoli

Knowing our own roots is tantamount to certifying our identity. It seems to be good for us the air, the scents of the earth that generated us, the memory of the times that have seen us grow and the people who helped us to form our identity. One saves oneself if one seeks, finds oneself, and then clings to something strong that still lives inside. You go back to your roots to face yourself because as long as you try to escape the call of blood is always stronger. The return to one’s origins is the return to oneself, towards what one was, a mirror in which to look at oneself, especially when one feels lost and no longer recognizes oneself.
Also I will never forget the world in which I was born, the one of the last years of the Second War and the reconstruction that followed. Difficult years, but full of hopes, dreams, solidarity.

Anonymous
Anonymous

Larry This is Norm . you are a good person.. You have a deep insight into the nature of people. I too like observing, talking and listening to people. … I remember in high school for a paper I was writing I worked a summer in a migrant camp.. I learned a great deal about how people just try to survive. How they bond, how they fight, how they love, how they parent. How they deal with the ‘human condition”

I agree if you teach and they are pen to learning they will grow.. The problem is many are not given the opportunity because people walk by them and don’t see them…

I believe in people Larry BUT the question is to they believe in themselves?

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