This past Saturday I had a uniquely John Stewart-esq experience. It was my usual weekly ritual of loading recyclables into the pickup and driving the back roads to the dump.
ALP Ave. is a tree lined road with soy, corn, and potato fields on both sides for the entire 8 mile trek. Equipped with my usual in-truck compliment of John’s CDs, I decided to grab something different before I left the house. I had set “Signals Through the Glass” aside, and ran inside and snatched it up. STTG got a lot of play years ago, and it seemed time again to just to turn it up with the windows rolled down on this “falls a-coming” kind of day.
Most of the crops are in so there was nothing in the way of mechanical noise either from harvesters or other traffic. Then in the middle of “Holly on My Mind” came a deafening roar as 2 gigantic C-130s flew right in front of me above the tree tops! What the hell?! They were fast and low and disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving me wondering. After the dump I went to the feed mill in Plainfield for scoop your own sack of dog biscuits. I talked a bit (about the weather) with the fellas on the loading dock and asked them if they’d seen the planes.
The guy with only one arm, and the KENT SEED hat said it was a “fly-over” for the celebration of the re-opening of state highway 73 which has been closed for 5 months of reconstruction. 73 is also Main Street in Plainfield, and the closure nearly killed the town. I drove over that way and parked the truck on a side street then walked a path between the post office and “R” Bar buildings into a street festival. There was music, venders, a magician, corn-on-the-curb, and folks watching the volunteer firemen demonstrate the “jaws of life” on an old wrecked Desoto.
There was this guy making furniture and stuff with a chain saw. So I bought a chain saw carved mushroom for $25.00 (a steal). I bought a beer from the lady Lionesses and sat on the curb with my mushroom and drank it all in. It was scene filled with young people with kids, old folks in wheelchairs, migrant workers, and the people of a small town just happy their road was open again.
After a spell I got back into my truck, wiggled back to ALP and turned the CD back on and “Cody sang to me…" I guess you just had to be there.
ALP Ave. is a tree lined road with soy, corn, and potato fields on both sides for the entire 8 mile trek. Equipped with my usual in-truck compliment of John’s CDs, I decided to grab something different before I left the house. I had set “Signals Through the Glass” aside, and ran inside and snatched it up. STTG got a lot of play years ago, and it seemed time again to just to turn it up with the windows rolled down on this “falls a-coming” kind of day.
Most of the crops are in so there was nothing in the way of mechanical noise either from harvesters or other traffic. Then in the middle of “Holly on My Mind” came a deafening roar as 2 gigantic C-130s flew right in front of me above the tree tops! What the hell?! They were fast and low and disappeared as quickly as they had come, leaving me wondering. After the dump I went to the feed mill in Plainfield for scoop your own sack of dog biscuits. I talked a bit (about the weather) with the fellas on the loading dock and asked them if they’d seen the planes.
The guy with only one arm, and the KENT SEED hat said it was a “fly-over” for the celebration of the re-opening of state highway 73 which has been closed for 5 months of reconstruction. 73 is also Main Street in Plainfield, and the closure nearly killed the town. I drove over that way and parked the truck on a side street then walked a path between the post office and “R” Bar buildings into a street festival. There was music, venders, a magician, corn-on-the-curb, and folks watching the volunteer firemen demonstrate the “jaws of life” on an old wrecked Desoto.
There was this guy making furniture and stuff with a chain saw. So I bought a chain saw carved mushroom for $25.00 (a steal). I bought a beer from the lady Lionesses and sat on the curb with my mushroom and drank it all in. It was scene filled with young people with kids, old folks in wheelchairs, migrant workers, and the people of a small town just happy their road was open again.
After a spell I got back into my truck, wiggled back to ALP and turned the CD back on and “Cody sang to me…" I guess you just had to be there.
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