Thursday, June 19, 2008

Travel Log Wisconsin

Folks in Wisconsin like their trucks Peterbilt, their silos in multiples, and they like the peace stylings of Desmond Tutu (billboards of him are all over the place).

If you're looking to run over deer, come here. I've seen no less than a dozen laying on the road no matter what road I take.

If the sign says open 24 hours, get there early because they close at 9.

I can't tell if there is an evident accent because corn speaks seldom.

The gas station will call Pizza Hut and have mini pies delivered to you there.

All of the Targets and Wal-Marts are Super. No mediocrity here.

The Mississippi is chocolaty thick brown up here too. Wonka must be in Canada.

There are three distinct smells. Cow. Pig. Farmer.

The full moon took up two thirds of the sky. I should have suggested suspenders.

Bugs are the new carpeting for windshields.

Cheese curdles for a reason. I've seen bags of it.

1 Comments:

Blogger Amy McWeasel said...

"The full moon took up two thirds of the sky. I should have suggested suspenders."

I loved that visual.

9:33 AM  

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