When their rental truck breaks down, two friends moving cross-country kill time by telling stories about the strange carving in front of the motel where they’re awaiting a mechanic.
Edited by Ellen Datlow.
Art by Brian Britigan
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LINKS : Goodeads
Oh, and, was eating at a place (in Colorado) across from this, and, you know, as happens, I started sort of thinking about a story . . .
Well, I mean: seemed like a pretty grand subject line? Anyway, I’m there Sunday, 2pm:
(trying to intone that like “The plane! The plane!” from Fantasy Island . . .
Been saying for a few years that I’m not sure how to live in a world without Kris Kristofferson. Guess now we all have to figure that one out. But we’ve still got the art he left. It’s not going away any time soon.
Good obit at Rolling Stone.
Dude lived a life, and left a mark. What more can you want.…
Or “wimple,” or whatever nun-headgear/hatwear is called:
is the NYT bestselling author of 35 or so books, +350 stories, some comic books, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots. More