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A motel on the road somewhere outside of Zumbrota, Minnesota. I have nothing to say about this picture. Except that we were about to go to sleep when I took it. Except that a crack of lightening somewhere in the middle of the night flooded our room with a sudden brightness. Except that when that happened we looked at each us with both eyes open and pressed everything we had together, starting with our ice cold hands and feet. I have nothing to say about this picture. Except that Gilda Ratner is brushing her teeth in our bathroom.
A man and his Irish wolfhound at a gas station in Gettysburg, South Dakota. When Ginny saw the dog she shouted Look at the size of that dog and said we have to take a picture but when we asked the owner if we could he said Only if I can be in it too So, there they are. The two of them.
He seemed very happy to have his picture taken but then I said I heard those things don’t live very long because they’re so big, because of the size of their bodies compared to the size of their hearts and he didn’t seem to take that very well. Over dinner Ginny asked me why I had to say that. I told her I’m sure he already knew that. She looked at me like that’s not the point at all.
To be honest, I feel pretty bad. That look on that man’s face as he stared at his dog—oblivious, panting. The dog was, I mean. Truth is, I can’t see this without feeling rotten inside so I took out the face of actual man we met and replaced him with that of Erno Rubik. The Hungarian professor who invented the Rubik’s Cube. Is he even dead? I hope so. Well, not really. But, still. Sake of the thing. Took a long time. That’s all.
It took the wind out of our whole day. Why did I have to say that? The smallness of a trying heart. The dog’s, again, I mean. Well. Both of theirs All of ours.
Here I am at the gift shop of the Grand Tetons outside of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Ginny wanted to hike the mountains and I said I didn’t feel like it and she said Rick would have hiked them and I said you’re going to go there and she said she didn’t mean it and I said fine, hike those boobs by yourself and then she did and I was alone in the gift shop and was about to take a picture of myself but then Janis Joplin and Nikola Tesla showed up and we had so much goddamn fun, you have no idea. That was the real gift.
The base of the Sawtooth Mountains outside of Stanly, Idaho. Oh great, more mountains and Ginny said we don’t have to climb them and I said that’s swell because we’re not going to.
We fished for salmon at a clearing along the Salmon river. Ginny said How appropriate and I told her that wasn’t funny in a way that I really didn’t mean. She asked me why I said that I said I don’t know. To be funny I guess. She said Well that wasn’t either. Then neither of said anything, nor caught any fish. What I wanted to tell her was that the night we met, before we kissed for the first time out on that fire escape, I pictured us dipping our feet in the water at the edge of a river in a place I’d never been before. What a thing to picture, huh? Can you believe I didn’t mention it? I didn’t even think to mention it. There’s Elvis. This was a stupid idea.