Day six: South Bend Indiana
This was a very thin day, but I do have a few pictures. Before I post that, I want to tell you three small stories that happened at various parts of the trip but I kept forgetting to write them down.
The first one took place in North Platte, Nebraska. A very dead little, weird little town. I drove around a bit and looked at people. They just seemed to be half asleep. Anyway, as I drove through a particularly idyllic and suburban neighborhood of North Platte, I noticed three young boys, about eight years old, sitting on a curb, looking down at something or working on something. They were each wearing stripey shirts and shorts, were clean cut, and generally looked like they were out of a catalogue, as was the clean street and houses they were playing in front of. As I drove by them, I saw what they were doing on that curb. They were cutting off the head of a big fish. Two of them where holding this big grey fish and the third kid was sawing his head off with a small knife. How fucking weird is that? They didn't look like they'd been fishing and they didn't have anythign else on them, like somewhere to put the fish after cleaning it. they were just cutting it's head off on a saturday afternoon in Nebraska.
Okay, I'm getting tired so I'll save the other two stories for another day. Let me just throw up the pictures I took today.
I stopped at a truck stop in Illinois that had a bunch of old antique amusements and toys set up. One of them was a display of dolls that danced if you put a quarter in.
It was truly a thing of beauty. When I put a quarter in, it went from magical to hilarious. Some very quiet carnival music played as the puppets just kind of jiggled awkwardly. HEre are some pictures of the dolls close-up.
I also took a video of this which I will post after I edit it down and compress it.
All else that happened is that we stopped in South Bend Indiana last night. We got there as the sun went down and Loona and I took a walk along the river that is bending southerly here. I don't know what that river is. But it was very pretty and it was cold and smelled like fall, which made me feel incredibly sad. A cold fall day reminds me of going back to school as a kid, a sadness I lived every year for eighteen years, so that's a pretty deeply entrenched accociation there.
I've got maybe two more days of driving before I get home to my family. Sorry if this travelogue is not as fun as past ones, but I hope the pictures are worth looking at. Lucky Louie goes on the air in three weeks. Jesus mother fucking christ.
Oh, one other thing. I heard the greatest music on the radio the other day and I finally tracked it down on google. It was an African saxophone player. I don't know how to describe it but it's really incredible stuff. His name is Getatchew Mekurya. Please go on itunes and buy his CD (there's only one) or buy it on Amazon. It's just great shit.
LCK