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mallorys_cameraJump: Wadena, MN → Park Rapids MN – Fairgrounds: 50 miles
LEFT out of the lot back to Wadena…
LEFT onto HWY 71 NORTH and follow detour close to town in Park Rapids
LEFT in Park Rapids onto HWY 34 WEST and follow arrows to lot ahead on LEFT
Shows at 5pm/7:30pm
When you’re seventeen and gorgeous and you’ve just started doing your father’s forty-five year old boss, the one thing you really want is a trailer bigger than your parents’.
Thus it was just as soon as Chance and Chantal became an official item, she prevailed upon him to ditch the small but perfectly serviceable Ford motor home that had played home to Chance, seven cats and George the Dog for the past twelve years. The new Denali had a flatscreen HD TV so Chantal could watch reruns to America’s Next Top Model, a kitchen with solid wood cabinet doors & drawers and a countertop extension where Chantal could cook – (desserts were her specialty), a comfort plus queen size innerspring bed and pleated night shades just in case any of the Mexicans got funny ideas about peeping inside.
Once he came down with a dystrophic wasting disease, George the Dog mostly lived outside. But the seven cats were messy and Chance found it difficult to surrender the habits of bachelorhood. Previous girlfriends – closer to his own age – had been too smart to live with him. Chantal spent at least 5 hours a day cleaning.
It rained hard in Wadena yesterday. Chance cancelled the first show. Nobody in the history of the circus has ever canceled a show unless air raid sirens were involved so this decision caused a lot of grumbling. For some reason this made Chance nostalgic for the old RV:
“So I remember one night about five years ago in Kansas it was raining really, really hard, I’d finally fallen asleep. Then all of a sudden I woke up with a start – I heard a sound like a train approaching. And I’d always read that that’s what tornadoes sound like, you know, like trains coming down a track straight at you. And I thought, Damn – I should get out of the RV, throw myself on the ground and pray I make it. Only for some reason I just couldn’t move. I lay there half paralyzed.
“And the train sound kept getting louder and louder.
“Finally I managed to stagger out of bed, throw myself out the door. Landed face down in a puddle.
“Then I heard something start to squeak. And I thought, What the hell – tornadoes don’t squeak. And I looked over – and the lot was ten feet away from a train track. For some reason I hadn’t noticed. The sound was a train. And on the one hand I was terribly relieved to be alive and on the other hand I felt like the dumbest fuck in the world –“
Oh, you are, Chance – you are.
But not just because of that.
LEFT out of the lot back to Wadena…
LEFT onto HWY 71 NORTH and follow detour close to town in Park Rapids
LEFT in Park Rapids onto HWY 34 WEST and follow arrows to lot ahead on LEFT
Shows at 5pm/7:30pm
When you’re seventeen and gorgeous and you’ve just started doing your father’s forty-five year old boss, the one thing you really want is a trailer bigger than your parents’.
Thus it was just as soon as Chance and Chantal became an official item, she prevailed upon him to ditch the small but perfectly serviceable Ford motor home that had played home to Chance, seven cats and George the Dog for the past twelve years. The new Denali had a flatscreen HD TV so Chantal could watch reruns to America’s Next Top Model, a kitchen with solid wood cabinet doors & drawers and a countertop extension where Chantal could cook – (desserts were her specialty), a comfort plus queen size innerspring bed and pleated night shades just in case any of the Mexicans got funny ideas about peeping inside.
Once he came down with a dystrophic wasting disease, George the Dog mostly lived outside. But the seven cats were messy and Chance found it difficult to surrender the habits of bachelorhood. Previous girlfriends – closer to his own age – had been too smart to live with him. Chantal spent at least 5 hours a day cleaning.
It rained hard in Wadena yesterday. Chance cancelled the first show. Nobody in the history of the circus has ever canceled a show unless air raid sirens were involved so this decision caused a lot of grumbling. For some reason this made Chance nostalgic for the old RV:
“So I remember one night about five years ago in Kansas it was raining really, really hard, I’d finally fallen asleep. Then all of a sudden I woke up with a start – I heard a sound like a train approaching. And I’d always read that that’s what tornadoes sound like, you know, like trains coming down a track straight at you. And I thought, Damn – I should get out of the RV, throw myself on the ground and pray I make it. Only for some reason I just couldn’t move. I lay there half paralyzed.
“And the train sound kept getting louder and louder.
“Finally I managed to stagger out of bed, throw myself out the door. Landed face down in a puddle.
“Then I heard something start to squeak. And I thought, What the hell – tornadoes don’t squeak. And I looked over – and the lot was ten feet away from a train track. For some reason I hadn’t noticed. The sound was a train. And on the one hand I was terribly relieved to be alive and on the other hand I felt like the dumbest fuck in the world –“
Oh, you are, Chance – you are.
But not just because of that.
