Varsity

June 30, 2006



Encouragement

June 30, 2006



Provider

June 30, 2006



Gift

June 29, 2006



Yep

June 29, 2006


Fingered

June 29, 2006



Sport

June 29, 2006



Choices

June 29, 2006



Ethel

June 28, 2006



clean

June 28, 2006



covered

June 28, 2006



recruit

June 27, 2006



Cape Cod

June 27, 2006



Prepared

June 27, 2006



Gear

June 27, 2006



Protection

June 26, 2006



Yep

June 26, 2006

Yes, I grew up with one of these hanging on the wall in our apartment. It's my second fear in life. Just ask Suzanne.

It's nice to know I'm not alone in the terror.

via Boingboing


Meat

June 26, 2006



1945

June 26, 2006



Contemplation

June 26, 2006



Artist

June 25, 2006



Outfit

June 25, 2006

This one from a series of shadow pics I posted on Swapatorium.



Ride

June 24, 2006



Pals

June 24, 2006



Industrious

June 23, 2006



Success

June 23, 2006



Variety

June 23, 2006



Hell

June 22, 2006



Hi

June 22, 2006



Happiness

June 21, 2006

Yep, it's Pie


Hostage

June 21, 2006



Success

June 21, 2006



Design

June 21, 2006



Distracted

June 20, 2006



Happiness

June 20, 2006

Rental car.
28 mpg.
Hotel room.
Wifi.
Small antique stores in central Ohio.

Life is suddenly much better.


Patterns

June 20, 2006



Adventure

June 19, 2006

This is how it went.
(I apologize for the poor writing, I'm kinda exhausted)

I left.

I got a chance to see how the motor home rides. It’s kinda like strapping yourself on top of a dinosaur. Not one of those sleek fast raptors or a powerful t-rex. No, this is like riding on the back of a big fat brontosaur. The dumbest fattest brontosaur of the group. It kinda sways from side to side and rolls over the dips in the road. I swear I was starting to get seasick.

The other drivers on the road seem to have two reactions to the motor home.
“Get the hell out of my way” or
“Holy crap keep away from that thing, it’s going to kill us”..

The motor home is huge. It’s 1977 huge. It’s a massive box on wheels. If this thing ever hits anything, there’s going to be nothing but pieces left of who or whatever gets in its way.

I was actually enjoying the whole experience. The cb radio was on, I had a Dickle Brothers cd playing and I could feel my sideburns growing.

I stopped for gas. Lots and lots of gas. Everyone I talked to said the motor home should get about 10 -12 miles to the gallon. After I filled up, I checked to see what kind of mileage I actually was getting.

7 mpg. S-e-v-e-n. Say it with me kids. Seven.
Holy crap. I left the gas station with a heavy heart and a light wallet.

Back on the road.

Boom. On a road in Lowell Indiana I blew a rear tire. It was 4:00 p.m. on Saturday and everything in town was closed. I asked the guy at the gas station and he told me about a tire shop that was open in Cedar Lake (about four miles up the road). I made it to the tire shop got the tire fixed.

More adventure.

I’m tooling along and the motor home starts running like crap. I pull over and leave it idling while I open the engine cover. All you could smell was gas. I looked down and saw that the fuel line had split and was pumping gas all over the hot engine. I turned off the ignition and sat there waiting for the gas to dry up so I could work on fixing the line. I also located my laptop and camera so I could make a quick escape just in case the damned thing did catch on fire.

Fixed and back on the road.

I made it to Walkerton Indiana at about 9:00. I pulled in front of the house of Kay from Fourteen Places to Eat. She has one of my favorite web sites and it was really really nice to finally meet her. We talked for some time and then we made plans to meet in the morning to photograph a parade in a small town called North Judson. I got back in the motor home and headed for a nearby campground.

I pulled into the campground and headed for the office. There was a black suv parked in front. When I got out of the motor home a man came out of the suv and asked me “Are you alone?”. I looked at him and asked him “Why?”. he said “I’m lookin for my daughter. You alone?”. I just said “Yep, just me”. He got into his suv and pulled away.

I rang the bell at the office and a woman came down from upstairs. She unlocked the door, looked at me and said “You’re late”. I had no idea what she was talking about until I noticed a big sign that said “Office closed at 9:00 p.m. DO NOT RING BELL AFTER 9:00”. I apologized and told her I was on Chicago time and didn’t realize the time difference. She said “It’s the same 9:00 everywhere and even here.” We stood staring at each other for a second or two and then she slid me a registration card to fill out. She said “I thought you was that guy looking for his daughter. You alone?”. I told her I was. She nodded and gave me a map of the campground.

I parked for the night.

The campground was called “Lazee Dayz or While Away or Camp-O-Rama(or some other swell name..I really can’t remember exactly). I plugged in the electric and settled down for the night. My motor home was quiet except for the hum of the roof air conditioner. It was peaceful it, was nice.

Then the “Gunnnnnkkkkk” noise happened. It came from the roof. It was the air conditioner. It bit the dust - fried out - bought the farm. Great., no air. I’ll just open the windows and enjoy the cool night breeze.

Good morning campground. How the hell did fifty mosquitos get inside the motor home? Ah, one screen has a small tear. Great, bugs.

I came to a decision that morning.

I drove over to Knox Indiana and met Kay for breakfast. We had a great time. She’s one of the nicest, wonderful and most talented people I’ve ever met. We talked for a long time. When we left the restaurant it was raining. I decided to bail out rather than go to the parade in the rain. We said a quick goodbye and I headed out in the motor home.

One problem.

The windshield wipers broke. In the driving rain. On the highway. Great. Wonderful.

One more thing.

Then the motor home suddenly won’t go more than 35 miles per hour. Once again I open the engine cover and try and figure out what the hell is wrong.

It took me about two hours to deduce that the fuel filters were clogged. I took both filters off and hooked the fuel line back to the carb. It started up and ran fine.

I believe in listening. I believe in listening to signs from above. Sometmes life gives you hints that you need to follow a different path than the one you're on.

You get where I’m going with this.

I’m still going to do the trip but The White Trash Experience ™ is over. Utterly completely totally over. I’m parking this money pit and renting a decent car - van- something that gets more than seven miles to the freaking gallon and I’m heading out again...today.

But where's the motorhome?

I called my friend Mike and we met at the farm in Earlville Illinois. That’s where that rolling piece of poop sits today. Mike drove me back to Chicago and I grabbed a hotel room.

The one good thing about the past two days was getting to meet Kay from Fourteen Places to Eat. She’s the lone bright spot in an otherwise horrendous two days on the road.

I also got to take this fine pic of my friend Dan wearing the famous
Puerto Rico Coat™. Doc, I'm on my way.

hidoc.jpg

I pick up the rental car in a couple of hours.

Anyone interesting in buying a used RV? Cheap?

No? I didn’t think so.


Path

June 19, 2006



Courtin'

June 19, 2006



Wrassle

June 17, 2006



Relaxation

June 17, 2006



Adventure

June 17, 2006

I'm jumping in the motorhome this afternoon and heading east.
Now lets go get some pie.



In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

June 16, 2006



Immigration

June 16, 2006



Cleansed

June 16, 2006



Gift

June 16, 2006



Hi

June 15, 2006


Coy

June 15, 2006

For some reason I keep coming across photos where the people are trying to hide behind some foliage.
What's the deal.



Brian

June 15, 2006



Assistance

June 15, 2006



Love

June 15, 2006



News

June 14, 2006



Meager

June 14, 2006



Style

June 14, 2006



Do

June 14, 2006



Swingers

June 13, 2006



Happy

June 13, 2006



Coors

June 13, 2006



Strohs

June 13, 2006



Family

June 13, 2006



Distracted

June 13, 2006



Show

June 12, 2006



Rookie

June 12, 2006



Tchotchke

June 12, 2006



slice

June 11, 2006



revelation

June 11, 2006



Instructor

June 10, 2006



Git

June 10, 2006



Look

June 10, 2006



Eddie

June 09, 2006



Incident

June 09, 2006



Trapped

June 09, 2006



The Robot

June 09, 2006



Billy

June 08, 2006



Alan

June 08, 2006



Safety

June 08, 2006



5:30

June 08, 2006



Gert

June 07, 2006



Nick

June 07, 2006

Well now. Here's a pic of our good friend Nick wearing his favorite coat.
Nick's quite the fashion god.
(Post pictures of clowns on my site will ya.)

Now for the first time ever, you can own the coat worn by the famous Nick of Square America. The person who can tell me the best story about Nick and his Puerto Rico coat will win the wonderful coat seen in this photo.

Amazing you say? But wait, there's more.

The coat may contain some actual Nick Sweat ™. This will enable you to not only look like Nick but you can actually smell like Nick as well. Tell me a story and win the coat.



Pals

June 07, 2006



War

June 07, 2006



retired

June 06, 2006



vanquished

June 06, 2006



Anne

June 06, 2006



Pete

June 06, 2006



Write

June 05, 2006

All right.

I spent the weekend getting the Bighappyfunmobile ready for the trip. I *think* I'll be ready to leave this Friday. Send me an email if you'd like me visit. I'm hoping to meet as many of you as possible. I'll need you to take me to the local flea markets, resale shops, and diners. I'll also need you to feed me... the price of gas will probably leave me begging for a gallon at truckstops.

I cannot wait to get on the road.

So, write me dammit. I need to start planning this tripski.

(clowns...he freaking put clowns on Bighappyfunhouse......Nick is in for some serious revenge)



safe

June 05, 2006



The Rapture

June 05, 2006



formal

June 05, 2006



old scratch

June 05, 2006



uncle jim

June 05, 2006



Just when you thought it was safe...

June 05, 2006

Hey folks, Guess who? So last night at after a long weekend of filling in for Ron I do what any normal person does to relax- I put on my clown costume, grab some black tar heroin, and crawl under the nearest tractor-trailor to chase the dragon. Of course, no sooner do I put on the greasepaint and slip into a sweet narcotic stupor when Ron calls and says he needs me to post here for one more day. Well when the funhouse calls one must answer so I'm here for one more, mostly clownless, day.
clo2.jpg


Goodbye...for now.

June 04, 2006

Ron will be back tomorrow so I'm hightailin' it back to Square America but sooner or later I'll be back and next time I can promise you I'll be bringing some clowns with me. Til then here's the next best thing.

i'llbeback.jpg


uncle ted

June 04, 2006



feast

June 04, 2006



stole

June 04, 2006



twisted

June 04, 2006



Soak

June 04, 2006



fried

June 03, 2006



moderation

June 03, 2006



for franko

June 02, 2006



I'm Back

June 02, 2006

Hey folks, Nick from Square America here once again. I'll be pinch-hitting for Ron this weekend as he packs up the funhouse and gets ready to hit the road.


Talent

June 02, 2006



Hobby

June 02, 2006



Telepathy

June 02, 2006



Upshort

June 01, 2006



Upskirt

June 01, 2006



North South East or West?

June 01, 2006

I'm leaving next week
The Bighappyfunmobile is up and running.
Muuuhahahahahaaaaa.


Mine

June 01, 2006



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