He'd sit out by the road with a little handheld landscape chainsaw and zip stuff like this out all day long. He had about ten different sizes of saw he'd use. We'd stop after fishing on Fazon Lake and watch the dude. He'd take a whole telephone pole-sized log and zip out a Christian Warrior, a black bear or a Paul Bunyan in fifteen minutes and sell it to someone driving by.
Sadly (or not, depending on your taste in chainsaw carvings) the only place the guys' work survives is inside one specific restaurant, where the above ^^^ charming scene greets the eye, because he used crappy-grade lumber, so all the outdoor stuff melted in the rain and got ate by termites.
...and apply it to a nine-foot-tall Arthurian knight with the words 'Helm of Salvation' on its helmet and 'Sheild of Faith' on its shield, and...
Well, that guy died about seven years ago, and his son took over the business. Now the lot looks like this:
Being able to find your driveway is a real thing out here, particularly when the weather sucks. There's no streetlights and lots of tall trees. I had my driveway planting, for example. There were white rocks on the street side, and it was easy to locate during a heavy fog.
Some people have sign boards. Here's one:
An expression of unity out by Smith Grange. The folks who live here are also off the grid. See the solar cells in the background? That's for their grow-op. They wholesale to a local pot shop and do custom pre-rolls and edibles. They happen to supply my pot shop, in fact. Rock on.
A lineman lives here and wants you to know it, with his yellow hard hat and half a cut-off phone pole. I am not going to scratch out the addos because you have no idea where this is or if I stole it off the Web or what.
Same idea at work out near Custer, only this time, someone had a maple tree blow down. (I remember when this happened, and this is the story.) Well, they said, let's chop up the smaller stuff for firewood, but take that one big section of log and let's carve a black bear out of it and set it next to the road so people can find our house. And they did. So do a lot of people. In fact your grandpa will be glad to make you one for a wedding present. Chainsaw carvings of black bear for your new home are a popular in-law or grandparent wedding gift. 'Here. Have a wood bear. It's for your driveway. See I put a hole so where he can hold a flag. It's so you can find your house.' Some people prefer Paul Bunyan, and some prefer The Christian Warrior, or an American Eagle. I've also seen a seven foot tall salmon. Totem poles are only for public buildings and casinos. Or set back next to your house. Never on the road. They get stolen and sold for big bucks to people who think that Real Indians carved them. God I wish I were exaggerating.
Here by Greenwood now. Animal lovers and vegetarians, avert your eyes:
These are veal pens, children.
Despite what some may say. Yes, this is how replacement stock begins life on a large dairy farm, but see...this isn't a dairy operation. We are deep in the heart of locker beef country, here. And even that being the case, these pens are way, way, way back along the river on an unimproved county road, because you don't go market-raising bob calves o
ut where PETA can see you from the street. (The link goes to one of the more florid anti-veal sites.)
This is the flipside of dairying. You have to keep the gals freshened, and that means cow sex and eventually, calves. You can't use all those calves for replacement stock, and half of them will be male, so you either - you know, let's leave it at veal pens.
Note: Until today I thought the plural of calf was calfs. Now to me 'calves' sounds gross, but I am willing to suffer for the sake of your reading pleasure. I'll still say 'calfs' though.
Here we are on Front Street in Lynden, where we see a sideways...
I know the Garden Club uses the understructure to make a Christmas Tree display, so this would be hanging baskets all arranged to make a cascading...Springmas Tree? Yeah, a Springmas Tree I guess.
This is actually a lovely idea, and when the understructure had been kept in good repair, the stray bicycles have been returned to the dump, the groundcover has been chosen with taste and it's been planted correctly, the flowers cascade down to the ground and ripple gracefully in the breeze. It looks like a fountain of blossoms and is extremely pretty. Unfortunately, it became the pet planting of one particular Garden Club woman who appointed herself Me Only Pirate Queen of the Flower Fountain! Wavin' 'er Cutlass! Repelling All Boarders! MY FLOWER FOUNTAIN! ARRRRRR!' and you see it now. She owns a local women's finer resale shop and she is A Damn Trial. Stuff like this is why I turned down all the invites I used to get to join their Garden Club. And also why I don't shop at her store anymore.
I was going through Northwood when I saw a Barn Sale sign. Screeeech!
As you can see, there are no barns for sale. It's not even IN a barn. It's in a metal machine shed. Everything here is from the 1980's. And pigeons have been shitting on it.
If you click and look out the back doors, you'll see that this machine shed out in the middle of East Medieval Bumfuck Egypt backs on a soulless condominium development that disappears into a dystopian haze of identical buildings.
OOO here it is.
There was one treasure, though.
It's a headless mannequin missing it's arms, dude.
I had to pass up this addition to my modern lifestyle, and I was bummed too. I came very close to dragging this home. What would I have done with it? Not a fuck of a lot; it's a headless mannequin missing its arms, dude. The options are limited. Still.
Now I'm going to leave you with a teaser. A little something to look forward to. A little something from Munstead Wood.
You're gonna TRIP.
It just blows my mind that the dump's supporters still don't see all the issues with this plum crazy asshole!!! Even when he did cuts into their funds or cuts to their communities funding. He could probably walk into any one of their homes, shoot a member of their family and they STILL like and vote for him, I don't get it??? When I was in Bucks County livin' we had a similar guy with the dump signs...he had not much money, but wasted what little he had on revamping his signs too, but kept getting vandalized. Fool.
ReplyDeleteNice tour again. We had those same male mannequins at Bloomies when I was a visual stylist and used them in the second locations. But we also had full complete ones in the main fashion moments. As a joke one year, I put long rolled socks in the tight jeans at gay pride to pump up sales!!!! Im bad sweet cheeks. But the size queens laughed.
You are absolutely right. These true believers would stand there in the bloody aftermath, pat Dump on the head and say 'Fake news, dude. No worries.' Now as for the mannequin, you just made me sorry I didn't think of that idea first, dammit. If it's still there come next years' Pride, I may build a little Mistress Maddie tribute float!
DeleteMistress Maddie float?!?! Your going to get a mannequin in full drag queen garb and sit it on a huge oversized gin bottle, and pull it down the street?!?!?!? Your too kind lambchop!!!!💋💋💋
DeleteEven way out West that buffoon has acolytes.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the tour and have to say I don't think I'd like living there. Besides, we have a few "strange" folk over here,too. But you perked me right up with that Munstead. I don't have roses these days, but try this ...https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xanthostemon
WOW! If I lived in the proper USDA zone I would try that - I'd buy a pot, sneak it into a hole and dare the handyman to even look at it. You always have the best flowers!!!
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