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...through his "Hi I'm the Nuclear Peanut!" to avoid giving rise to the opaque amoebas crawling around in the basement of his soul. In a sort of funeral home official's Gee-I'm-sorry-but-what-range-casket-do-y'all-want voice, Tim said, "Just wait til we get some music--a little pedal steel is all that line needs." I said, "Music, Right." The refugee said, "Yeah...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: "I Got Bit by a Seeing-eye Dog" | 3/22/1976 | See Source »

...sure looked sweet. With only 493 miles on her she was still practically a virgin, but driving to Ketchum Sun Valley, Idaho would open her up some--about 2400 miles passed between her well-tempered hubs before we called our trip quits. But that wasn't til Tuesday morning when all was grey and cold and clammy and out rotting elk head lashed to the front of the van stunk of urine and flung in our grimy, dog-tired faces chunks of what little flesh remained on its fly-picked skull. Friday was wide and sun-strung. We headed...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...seemed pregnant with his notion. The road grew from the soil, was entrenched in it and ever spawned by it. The countryside was a vast shoulder to run on to when fatigue became insistent, and the miles only brought darkness and more miles and heavy air and weighted silences til finally we were entrenched in America and swimming through its four-wheeled overflow, in its high-rolling, garbage consuming intestinal tract...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...radio whips about the driver's seat. Pegging the van at a straight 65 mph cramps the calf muscles of my legs on the accelerator, so every hour I shift legs and sit cross-ways to the road. When tired I flay my head out against the air til blond rams my ears and road light blend into National Geographic nightscapes. Cultivating this weariness. I drive...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...layoffs, though with bitterness and threats of work slowdowns. Firemen called in sick in record numbers. The sanitation workers, with the token protest but implicit approval of their union leadership, illegally left their jobs, promising to turn New York into "Stink City" and shouting from picket lines, "Wait 'til the rats come...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GOVERNMENT: Rescuing New York, and Other Tales | 7/14/1975 | See Source »

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