Please Help Us

We're running out of ideas and sanity. Today we walked 2 miles to a bowling alley and when we got there the sign said "Open Thur-Sat 4-10." It was Monday at 2:45. We ate at this tiny place that advertised down home cookin' but instead we got a crappy tuna sandwich and brown lettuced salad. The tater tots were satisfactory.

We went to the post office to mail some shit and buy stamps and this old timer was ahead of us in line. He told the woman that he found a marker in his box that said he had received a package. The woman explained to him that the marker was just something that the sorter uses to mark his place and in fact there was no package. I think it nearly broke the dudes heart cuz he was still waiting for his package and kind of ignored the woman. She explained it again and he finally got it. "Oh....okay then, I figerred I'd check seein as how this marker was in ma box and all. I thought I got a package." It was almost enough, considering our current fragile psyche, to make the New Balance team cry. Later we regretted not getting oldies address so we could send him some kind of package, a box filled with pine cones maybe.

We stopped to check in our van and they said it was next to go up on the lift. They had promised that exact same thing 5 hours earlier when I called. They were more perturbed that so many people had called to check on it than worried about ordering the damn parts from Portland. I tried to explain that we were cancelling events and losing money every day and their glassy eyed stare told me how much they cared about that. It seems every local's oil change is more important than a couple city slickers promotional tour.



You know it's a bad day when a bowling alley being closed takes you completely out of commission but that's exactly what happened. We just hung out in our room the rest of the day gazing out the window or into the TV screen, watching some of the most clumbsy and informationless eulogies about Ronald Reagan. I was desperate to find a productive task to accomplish and this on line journal is what I came up with so I hope you friggin enjoy it. I have re-dialed to connect to the internet about 44 thousand times so far so luckily we're up to date. I wreckin' I'll be beggin' your pardon again soon though.