I left Middlebury yesterday with my friend and landlord Donald, owner of a ragtag enterprise called Crescent Foods. He travels to music festivals during the summer making burritos, quesadillas and other vegetarian fare for mostly very stoned young hippie wannabees. The thing that's great from a food entrepeneur's point of view is that very stoned translates into a lot of hunger and a complete loss of what a $20 bill is worth. "$12 for a small flour tortilla, a piece of cheddar and 4 leaves of spinach? No problem. And you'll melt the cheese? Oh wow man, cool."
Right now we're in Ashland, Ohio. Traveling with Donald and three young thangs named Sasha, Sean and Monica. The young thangs sit in the back seat of the pick-up and chatter constantly. Mostly all at the same time. Donald doesn't want to listen so he turns up the all Bruce Springsteen, all the time radio station. The young thangs can't hear each other so they start talking louder...so Donald turns up the radio..."What did you say?" I said, I WAS BORN IN THE USA!"
It's about 5:00 AM in Ashland. By the way, Ashland was named by its early German settlers from the word ashelaxelschaftekberg which roughly translates as "because the wagon wheel broke and we don't feel like going any further". Donald wants to be on the road by 5:30 at the latest so I won't dilly dally. Hope to see you in Arkansas at Wakarusa. Wakarusa. It will be interesting to discover where that name came from.
Love you all. Peace. Peter
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