Rocky Horror and Minnesota

7-23-05
12:32 p.m.

We just made a stop in a town. We are in Minnesota now, and I am listening to “Dammit Janet” from the Rocky Horror Picture Show sound track. We passed a town called Hope a ways back. It was lovely; there was a sign pointing up the exit to Hope. Yep, folks, Hope’s just up thattaway.
I told someone last night that I loved him, and I’m pondering now whether or not I told him the truth.
The sun lost. It’s completely overcast now. Clouds brood over the thick emerald fields, and in this aspect Minnesota and Iowa are identical. We are now 37 miles from Minneapolis. Less now. Less now. Time and distance are one, here on the interstate.
Signs, blue for food and gas, green for New Prague and Exit 69. Everything is coloured, any colour you like. I wonder if, secretly, the colours people pick for their automobiles are coded. I wonder if all people who drive grey minivans are culture-starved kids who listen to “Sweet Transvestite” while writing travel journals and tell people they love them even if they’re unsure how.
A smiley face raised its shades and winked at me from the side of an outbuilding. Gravel roads have rustic charm, indeed. There’s something about listening to Tim Curry while driving through the countryside. Two new towns, one of which is Elko. The speed limit is 70 miles per hour. I wonder if, in Canada, the speed signs display in kilometres per hour. That’d make sense, I guess, but blimey. Did you know that Minnesota has a Turkey Council? There was a billboard.
In the unlikely event I get married, the wedding march-thing will have to be played on electric guitar like in “Charles Atlas (Reprise)”.