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2002-02-18 || 11:02 a.m. || another part, far away. || yesterday: i have seen more of the interior of the wee pick up than oregon. driving on bridges, driving along roads green and brown hills and horses and church marquees, viewed in context of car heater stereo broken rear view mirrors gearshift. we drove to astoria up and down hills. we peered in empty storefront windows. we followed railroad tracks and kicked a plastic ball along a parking lot. we drove to long beach to see the alligator man, the shrunken head, two headed barnyard animals. we won 184 tickets in the arcade from skeeball and the rolly spin the wheel game i noticed the grannies were fond of. we walked through rain and fog to the seashore, all gnarled and craggy, and sang jump rope songs while playing with an abandoned rope. all in rain. all bundled up and sleepy from the hours spent in the car. on the way back, horribly late for evening plans, we sang with easy listening radio and counted frogs on the road. we took a ferry that pushed us two hours off course. we sat in the truck and the ferry moved imperceptibly past trees past murky lights. we catalogued all of our favorite things, food color place drink, and the fog surrounded us. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |