A few comments on North dakota (or ShitChrist, The Musical)

I have returned today from the vaunted west, or perhaps more accurately, the western midwest. The farthest west you can be and still be dull and flat. I have only a few things to say this moment, I shall recapitulate the whole tour when I am more fully recovered:

• I was served cinnamon bread slathered with cheese spread.
• I woke up both Tuesday and Thursday at 4 am to catch early flights, this is both no fun and, somehow, strangely pleasant; kind of like exercising (so I'm told)
• The church, indeed the whole town, smelled strongly of cow manure or perhaps it was pig manure, a concentrated, chemical, acrid smell.
• A local dive bar had jars of pickled eggs, pickled turkey gizzards, four or five different types of Malibu, cigarettes for $4.50, an outdoor volleyball court and beach volleyball league. My compatriots there were encouraged by the locals to shoot glasses of Jagermeister and Red Bull.

In my next installment, I relate exactly what bearing the pall entails!

~A