Hometown Lovins'

The last five days I was back in my old hometown. I forgot how bad it can really be there. Upon entering the town, I see multiple signs like this artists rendition below. (Sorry, I didn't have time to snap a picture)













Please not the creative spelling of "tonite." It was done on a three foot by four foot board in red and black spray paint. I thought to myself, "Wow, Elkhart is really stepping up the world." That thought was quickly replaced by shame.

A few minutes after that, I see this----



Wow. CJ's tree service has their own Monster Truck. This sat at the gas station for the duration of my trip. I was amazed. Monster Trucks and Pro Wrestling. Not to mention the multiple mullets, ponytails and general jack-assery that I witnessed at a dance club. Jack-assery being myself.

As a last side note, while I was driving down Main St. in Elkhart, I realized something crazy. The city's only gay bar, quaintly known as 'The Closet Club' is smack next door to the local area Republican Party Headquarters. Now you just can't make that stuff up.


Oh Elkhart, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways......

FIN