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Tuesdays and black dogs. Late nights, lots of work. Is it the place or the people, my attitude or the environment. That drive seems like it never happened.
I forgot to mention it before, but I walked by myself in the rain at Davy Crockett's birthplace. I went thrift shopping in the smallest towns, I went on a tour of Mammoth Cave, I talked thoroughly and honestly to family I rarely see, I almost drove off foggy mountains, I got the internship I wanted and tried to make my feet reach newly thawed Lake Michigan. I went to Atlanta, Illinois and saw a historic grain elevator and had my picture taken with Paul Bunyan and his giant weiner, I yelled extensively about the expansive sky and crushing beauty of the plains. I got lost in Hannibal, Missouri, nearly threw up on the swing set, climbed down a wall to put my feet in the Mississippi. I felt out of place around a thousand printmakers, saw a lot of good art, made a comprehensive list of sad animal movies. I slept in a parking garage for four nights, stood in the wind on top of it, got turned away from a revolving rooftop restaurant, saw the sun rise passing through St. Louis, got lost in sweaty and gorgeous Tennessee trying to find my childhood home, talked a lot about a lot of important things, watched the trees get more leaves and the pollen thicken the air in the 800 miles going southeast. I wore a coonskin cap every day for ten days.
I forgot to mention it before, but I walked by myself in the rain at Davy Crockett's birthplace. I went thrift shopping in the smallest towns, I went on a tour of Mammoth Cave, I talked thoroughly and honestly to family I rarely see, I almost drove off foggy mountains, I got the internship I wanted and tried to make my feet reach newly thawed Lake Michigan. I went to Atlanta, Illinois and saw a historic grain elevator and had my picture taken with Paul Bunyan and his giant weiner, I yelled extensively about the expansive sky and crushing beauty of the plains. I got lost in Hannibal, Missouri, nearly threw up on the swing set, climbed down a wall to put my feet in the Mississippi. I felt out of place around a thousand printmakers, saw a lot of good art, made a comprehensive list of sad animal movies. I slept in a parking garage for four nights, stood in the wind on top of it, got turned away from a revolving rooftop restaurant, saw the sun rise passing through St. Louis, got lost in sweaty and gorgeous Tennessee trying to find my childhood home, talked a lot about a lot of important things, watched the trees get more leaves and the pollen thicken the air in the 800 miles going southeast. I wore a coonskin cap every day for ten days.