Came across a photo from last Halloween. A certain number of you will recognize my costume. The block on my head was actually the same red as the rest of the costume but the flash made it look pale.

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Came across a photo from last Halloween. A certain number of you will recognize my costume. The block on my head was actually the same red as the rest of the costume but the flash made it look pale.

Music project continues. We gathered in my little office this week to record a few additional bits for the Long Beds album due out next March. Today I will try to get some (over)due writing done and stow the last of the pig fencing. I have been using the International around the farm a lot lately. Right now it’s loaded down with lumber and steel fence posts. It seems happy to have its springs flexed. Speaking of loaded Internationals:
As far as I know, that is not my truck, although I like to think it might have been her in a prior life.
The other night at the Heyde Center I explained that over the years I have developed two groups of friends: The pickup-truck-and-gun-rack crowd, and the artist/dancer/poet crowd (or, the pale-and-tortured contingent). They need not be mutually exclusive, but often are. This is a shame, as both continue to enrich my life in ways I never dreamed.
Anyways. (As we say in pickup-truck circles.)
Way back when I first started going to poetry readings, I wrote a poem in which I tried to explain to my new poet friends why I so loved the pickup-truck-and-gun-rack life. I performed it the other night at the Heyde Center and a few people have asked if it’s in print anywhere. It’s not. As poems go it’s not much of one, but it’s a blast to perform out loud.
So I’ve posted it after the break. (more…)
Back in July I had the privilege of serving as Grand Marshal (or was it just Marshal?) (it felt Grand!) of the International Harvester Red Power Parade. Tonight a piece I did from the parade will air on In Wisconsin at 7 p.m. Central. Eventually I believe the piece will be posted here. A special tip of the hat to videographer Rick Fatke, who wound up having to run part of the parade route and also caught that part where we…um…ran out of gas.
I’m headed down to Portland, Indiana, in October to talk about Truck: A Love Story. As part of the preparation, a husband-and-wife team reviewed the book for Indiana Public Radio and were kind enough to send a link:
Tractors, beautiful tractors. And Scouts. And Travelalls. And pickups. What a day it was.
This footage and more courtesy of the Wisconsin Historical Society.
Computer still down so a longer post will have to wait (sneaking online with an old clunker that takes forever to load and tends to erase everything) but want to say thank you, thank you to Mike S., the IHCC, the Wisconsin State Historical Society archives crew, Guy Fay (didn’t get to see him but his work helped bring me there), and the many, many other people I met who share an addiction to Harvester Red. We had a wonderful time and were grateful to be there (I brought some kin). We filmed part of the day for Wisconsin Public Television, I’ll be sure to post air times when I have them…sounds like it might be September or so.
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