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| Stretching our legs in Winnebago, Wisconsin. |
We're at Lake Geneva. A lot of green in this town.
Headquarters of TSR, who had complete domination over my life in high school.
It's cold in Geneva and they don't even know it.
We saw a sign for Champ's advertising their chicken and a
place called Fat Cat's. A bar.
Our waitress commented, "Isn't the weather nice?"
We thought she was just joking; or making conversation, but she was referring
to the bad weather here earlier that we missed.
"Hair of the Dog" Grooming. Play that Ramones
cover album next.
Instead of naming their counties, Wisconsin identifies them
with letters,but they do name their towns.
We stopped for cigarettes pretty
much & they were overpriced. We're getting into the potato salad now,
thanks Andy.
9:55 pm - We're sitting in the parking lot of a funeral home
or something with a blinking light. It stopped now, but it was blinking
erratically. We stopped because we're not sure what's going on because Highway
50 ended. We're looking at the map now. It'll turn into Highway 14. We're
listening to Ween and I'm craving drugs. We're parked in a "Drug Free
Zone" too. We dedicate Ween to the "Drug Free Zone". This is
exactly where we wanted to go.
10:30 pm - Our first roadkill: Blood for at least 30 feet
& just a mutilated deer. Not a very big one. Carnage.
Earlier today, I saw a roadkill that I didn't think was
worth reporting because our hitchhiker was present. It was a groundhog. There
was no visible wound, but it was swelled up like it was ready to pop. It was in
bad shape. There were no visible smears, but there were definitely small chunks
surrounding the area. It could've been a man. It was just bloody carnage. Land
of Semis and Roadkills.
I would say that Wisconsin is big on corn, fudge, no shirts,
closing early & ice cream advertisements.
There's another martini glass on the Steak Pit sign. There
are a lot of signs here with Caribbean ads. Resort themes. I've gotta pee & we've gotta find gas. We're looking for
a gas station.
"Ride the Ducks - Wisconsin Ducks". There's no gas
station, but we could ride the ducks. Wisconsin has its priorities straight.
Let's not go to Alaska. Lets just work in Wisconsin Dells & live in the
van. I'll work at the gas station, you work at the Taco Bell.
We're in the Wisconsin Dells, lots of tourist shit.
"Open All Night", but "No Wine After Nine".
When I was in the gas station, two guys of obvious Native
decent saw my earring & asked me, "Wakka Tu?". I have no idea
what that meant & I asked them what it meant & they said, "Never
mind" and walked away. I asked the gas station attendant what it meant
and she said the Indians here are really hip on being Indians and usually
they'll stop and explain it to you; but they were drunk and that's why they
didn't. I guess she knew them.
Two clocks say it's 9:30 & two say it's midnight! Who to
believe?
I anticipate that when I have a family & children, I'll
take them to the Wisconsin Dells. "Big Chief Go-Kart World", "Family
World", "Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum", "Norman
Rockwell Museum", "Biblical Gardens", "Ride the
Ducks", "Mexicali Siesta", plenty of taverns, "Competitive
Go-Kart Prices", "Boat Ahead", water slides, a lot of fun.
"El Roy Sparta".
1:00 am - I saw a shape fly by. We're balling it through
Wisconsin.
Let me tell you about this roadkill: I didn't see any arms
or legs nor did I see any wounds were they once may have been. It was cigar
shaped & there was a spot of blood on each end.
I was in the fast lane passing a truck & I looked down
between my wheels & there was a roadkill, right in the center of the 2nd
lane. It was kind of round like a puffball & I wouldn't hit him. I'm not
going to hit any. Ah...I dropped a cigarette & it's way down.
We stopped at a rest-stop & Mel's getting his boots on.
These people are confused. They have lofty expectations.
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