Cross Country Part Deux
Well here I am spending a few nights at a Navajo reservation near Gallup, NM. It's quite beautiful out here with all the rock formations and canyons. I tried to go to an Indian swap meet yesterday by driving a couple of hours, but as I got there large thunderstorm and pouring rain greeted me. So I guess it wasn't meant to be for me to attend this outdoors event. I'm heading back to LA today, driving through Arizona and much of Southern California. Perhaps I will stop by Barstow to do a little outlet shopping.
There is this culture of rummaging through the garbage that I have never encountered before on the West Coast. But I find it quite common in the Northeast. Perhaps it is because so many people live together and that the trash bin are usually communal. People in NYC would walk by other people's trash on the street and grab things that were just outside. Sometimes I would notice that the trash I had put outside would usually disappear by the time I left my apartment. Maybe they would put to good use a tv that didn't work anymore, or a stinky fish tank. Last week when I was in Vestal I was throwing out some stuff. And as I was walking out to the large trash bin the size of four SUVs, I heard some commotion inside. I looked closer and there was this guy waist deep in it. Kind of like that scene from Star Wars when they ended up in the trash chute. Well, I ended up giving him a tv (working one this time), microwave oven, and a few other things.
We stopped in Amarillo along the way here, and went to a total tourist trap. It was one of those steak houses that featured a free 72 oz steak if anyone finished it in one hour. There was a guy who was trying to do that, but he was still working on it when we left. They had a large trash can nearby just in case. I didn't want to be around when he barfs, since it's almost like an infectious effect the barfing noise has on people. And especially after I finished my own 32 oz steak. Barely. There must be some strategy to eating that much meat - kind of like that hot dog eating contest. But, since I'm no spring chicken anymore I won't even think about attempting to do something like that. Heh.
There is this culture of rummaging through the garbage that I have never encountered before on the West Coast. But I find it quite common in the Northeast. Perhaps it is because so many people live together and that the trash bin are usually communal. People in NYC would walk by other people's trash on the street and grab things that were just outside. Sometimes I would notice that the trash I had put outside would usually disappear by the time I left my apartment. Maybe they would put to good use a tv that didn't work anymore, or a stinky fish tank. Last week when I was in Vestal I was throwing out some stuff. And as I was walking out to the large trash bin the size of four SUVs, I heard some commotion inside. I looked closer and there was this guy waist deep in it. Kind of like that scene from Star Wars when they ended up in the trash chute. Well, I ended up giving him a tv (working one this time), microwave oven, and a few other things.
We stopped in Amarillo along the way here, and went to a total tourist trap. It was one of those steak houses that featured a free 72 oz steak if anyone finished it in one hour. There was a guy who was trying to do that, but he was still working on it when we left. They had a large trash can nearby just in case. I didn't want to be around when he barfs, since it's almost like an infectious effect the barfing noise has on people. And especially after I finished my own 32 oz steak. Barely. There must be some strategy to eating that much meat - kind of like that hot dog eating contest. But, since I'm no spring chicken anymore I won't even think about attempting to do something like that. Heh.