Elephants in the room

This morning at breakfast I renounced Roseburg. The previous evening some angry man threatened to tear our heads off and shit down our neck holes. This morning there was snow on the ground, I mean WTF it's supposed to be spring. I fear that I live in a town where I will not find love and when I do leave, someday, I will be too old to find it.

Why does Roseburg hate me so?

I went out to the college to work on my lesson plan. There was snow on the ground and a class in the room I needed.

I called Megan to tell her that God hated me and that I needed something to do. She asked what I wanted to do. I said cry.

We left the dark clouds of Roseburg and headed to the coast.

I told her every gruesome detail.

It was a cathartic afternoon.

The sad seems mostly gone now.

For dinner at the Captains' Catch we got sides of coleslaw. They brought them to us as an appetizer.

We had "fish" and chowder. I thought about asking what kind of "fish", but then I forgot.

When our waitress came to clear our table; she told me that I needed to eat a few more "fish" before I could leave.

Dreams of snow

Oh shizzle, it snows here.

I saw some people walking down the street with umbrellas, I wanted to go up to them and say that you don't use an umbrella in the snow and your from Oregon; you don't use umbrellas, period.

There was a lot of snow.

It didn't really last though.

I tried to have a snow day party. It ended up being me and VISTA Steve playing cards and drinking beer.

This is a belt buckle with a bike safety theme.

We decided to go to Little Murphy's (previously: Little Brothers, presently: Murphys Tavern). However, beecause of the snow; all of Roseburg had shut down.

We ended up at McMinnimans. Once there; we tried to avoid eye contact with the members of the wait staff that didn't like us.

Nebraska has closed all of it's rest areas

Me, Laura and Julia went to the Bongo Room for breakfast. The waitress spilled coffee on Laura. Julia gave me a car sculpture. I went back to Village Thrift and bought a boom-box for $8.00, said boom-box takes eight D batteries. The gas station didn't have enough batteries so I had to stop at a corner store.

I drove through the Illinois countryside, this was for the most part uneventful. Stopped at a truck stop in Des Moines, Iowa and had a "spicy" chicken sandwich. Called Rachel to let her know I would be getting to Denver later than expected. All of the rest areas in Iowa are clean, well lit, offer free wireless internet access and provide machines for vending coffee with lightener (I had the hot chocolate), what I'm trying to say here is that Iowa's many, many rest areas are great and other states should really take a rest area lesson from Iowa.

At some point I enter Nebraska. I will note that Nebraska's rest areas, witch there are NOT many, don't hold a candle to Iowas rest areas and most of them are closed for some reason. My plan had been to drive until I could drive no more and then sleep at a rest area. After passing many closed rest areas I finally decided to stop and find a place to sleep. I pulled off the highway and wondered why there were giant piles of sand everywhere. I guess I hadn't realized that there was snow in this part of the world. I slept in the Wal-Mart parking lot.