#23 (flooded road), archival inkjet print, 11 x 15" (min. paper dimensions 16 x 19")
i grab some tea from the lobby and try to surf the net in between lightning
strikes. after the storm stops i get Fee to promise to not bite then get some lunch. after the [Mississippi] crossing we ran into a breeze and a sprinkle.
we found a restored old hotel with bar. this is the exact same set up as any old western. we where checked in by the bartender/front desk/waitress who of course checked us
in served us beverages and food all while talking 'cnn' speak. i closed the bar
down the accent dropped. the very cute girl that cooked my very good fried chicken
came out and was picking parts of another girls face out of her knuckles.
in her words "why the fuck would you throw a beer in my face when if i
hit you five time you got to go to the hospital?". she did serve me a rewarmed baked potato. the banner over the bar "BEER its not just for breakfast anymore!".