I headed to Colorado City, Arizona to see how the old schoolers live. I thought I would sit at a diner and soak up the daily life of this unique town. But there was no diner. There were houses sided with particle board. There were a bunch of privacy fences, like in Beverly Hills (kind of). The houses were large and secretive. All the ladies wore the same hair bun and long ass dresses. Kids were everywhere and they all seemed to be doing chores, dressed up like little frontierspeople. I took all these pictures from my moving vehicle. I was definitely invading their much cherished privacy. But I think and hope it's harmless. It's probably more harmless than polygamy.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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Monday, March 22, 2010
1 Week: KCMO and Back: The Way There.
Leaving NYC, in the rain and 49º weather that would follow us almost the whole way.
In The Land Between The Lakes, KY, there are Bison!
And daffodils!
The tastiest burger of the trip was in Columbia, MO, at a place called Booches. They are small enough for me to order 2, and delicious enough for me to then order a 3rd.
In Kansas City, MO, there is the world's ugliest bank! Sarah's pissed because the ATM ate her card, but I'm pissed because the building is so ugly.
You people are all so small.
Kansas City, MO.
1 Week: KCMO and Back: The Way Back
Station wagon, The Hill neighborhood, St. Louis, MO. I think it's an Italian neighborhood. I know I ate an Italian sandwich.
Bryan Station Rd, named after the Bryans (I'm a Bryan) who traveled through the area (near current Lexington, KY) with the Daniel Boones and others around 1775. And White Castle.
Kentucky, with horses (on scenic Bryan Station Rd.).
This is, I shit you not, the world's tallest 3 story building, located in historic downtown Paris, KY USA.
This burger comes with bacon and sour cream and swiss cheese and it tastes real good. It also comes with a bourbon (being in Kentucky) poured by a 17 year old who wanted me to be drunk and wanted Sarah to drive drunk. Have no fear, Sarah wouldn't let me drive because of the clutch smell I created that one time, so I drank and she drove.
Sarah on the left, me on the other side. Some guy checking out the city folk.
Delicious Maryland crab cake at John Steven, on the Chesapeake Bay in Baltimore.
Across the street is the Chesapeake Bay. Is this where that crab came from? Bummer.
The sun sets in New Jersey on the home stretch.Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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