Roadside North America
What is it about North Americans that make us put fiberglass deer on our lawns? Or big cows in front of grocery stores? Or gigantic Paul Bunyans by the side of the road? What would make someone paint their pickup bright orange with "01" on the door ala General Lee from the Dukes of Hazzard? What drives this quirkiness?
I stopped by one of my favorite roadside spots today--Fred Smith's Concrete Park in Phillips, Wisconsin. I'm a great lover of grassroots, outsider art. Fred Smith used a lot of concrete and beer bottles from his tavern, and left more than 200 figures planted in what is now a park. In typical outsider art fashion, the only reason he gave for doing this was "It's gotta be in ya to do it."
After a choppy ferry ride back to the mainland and a drive through Wisconsin, the camping equipment is packed up, and I've repacked to head to Chicago for an overnight with a friend who's having a birthday. I've been reading Honeymoon in Purdah, thanks to Heather's June 4 post which gives a great description of the book. Good reading!