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  • I'm tired of this fracking drive, so fracking tired. And I still have 5 fracking hours to go to get to fracking Baltimore.

    So I pulled off in this fracking town. You'd think this fracking kind of place would have a fracking coffee shop. I headed off of fracking I-81 and rolled down the fracking hubub of Lehigh Ave. Is there any fracking place to get some Joe?

    I pass two fracking pizza joints, a fracking gun shop, a raft of fracking churches. Of course I could stop and fet a fracking tattoo but I don;t want a fracking tatto. Am I already at the fracking end of this fracking town? I make a quick left down some fracking side street, turn back the way I came, and pass by a bunch of fracking house, frackig beauty shops, fracking accounts, fracking lawyers, but no fracking coffee.

    What is it with this fracking town? I'm headed back to the fracking highway where I will have to get some fracking hour old coffee at a fracking gas station. I want real fracking coffee!

    I am fracking desperate and pull off at some fracking diner looking place next to a fracking Econolodge.

    Entering the fracking diner, called something like the fracking Dutch Kitchen, and all the fracking people glance over the edges of their fracking small town newspapers. I sit at the fracking counter.

    "What can I get you hon?"

    "Can I have some fracking coffee?"

    "Sure, hon. Black? Anything else?"

    "Yeah what are these fracking Bleenies? Can I have some?"

    "You will love them, a local home town favorite, potato pancakes"

    The fracking coffee was fracking supreme.

    And the fracking bleenies?

    Fracking awesome.

    This was from a stop in Frackville, PA. Actually it looked liked a nice little town, and the Bleenies, kind of like Mom's latkes. were lovely. Fracking lovely.

    I am using Cowbird to share the story of a 15,000 mile road odyssey I took in 2011, which started with me quitting my job in March and setting out in June for a loop around the US and Canada. It's less of a day by day narrative and more of an attempt to tell a story of the story, with some amounts of imagined bits that emerge on looking at the media from the trip, including the more than 1400 images, videos, and audio files collected in my digital time capsule, the Storybox.
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