As you know, I live in a small town. Actually there is no town, but we call it a town anyway. There use to be a sign when you came into the area that said, Population 24. I think they were inflating it a bit, but the sign disappeared about forty years ago so it doesn’t really matter. We have a lumber yard, a gas station and a post office. A tavern and a church. That comprises all the commercial businesses. And that is higher than the number of houses in the area. I live about two miles from what one would call the center of town. Nothing but woods and lakes between me and THE TOWN. Nothing between anything in the town except woods and lakes. It is actually just a spot on a two lane road that has a couple of businesses on it.
But the people in this area are different than the rest of Minnesota. I like to think of this area as, The Land Of Misbegotten Toys. Everyone of us is weird in some way. We wouldn’t fit in if you took us and shoved us into Minneapolis, or anywhere else in Minnesota. We don’t think the same. We don’t behave the same. We act and behave like Marcell residents. Different.
I’m a 60 some year old hippy that wears a kilt and can be found at home naked most of the summer. I am one of the least weird people who live in this area. None of us are dangerous. None of us are scary. We just choose to be the person we are. It is not an event like you see in Florida where people do wacky things on some date. We are wacky all year long. We are who we are.
One thing we can’t do is get naked like you can in Florida on those dates and run around okay. I can run around naked. But they expect that of me. And I am probably the only person who can do that without the rest of the area getting their undies in a twist. But that is me, and they expect such things from me. Small town mentality still rules.
I have often thought about hosting a gallery show of erotic work. Much like the Dirty Show in Detroit only a northern version. It would work here. It would work here with one exception. There is no place to host it at. The post office wouldn’t go for it, and the lumber yard doesn’t have the space. The tavern smells like someone just barfed on the carpet, which they probably did. It wouldn’t sit well in the gas station and the church is more than likely to nix the idea.
The people of Marcell would love it however. They are that weird. I thought of using my studio, but I know there would be multiple car crashes of people coming and going on my one lane, winding gravel road which is about a mile long. And when I say, one lane, I mean one lane.
To the north of me is the town of Bigfork. They don’t know how to spell their own town correctly but we forgive them because they are not all that bright. They have a population of about 150 if you include the outlying areas for 20 miles. I swear they have more churches than people. They hate Marcell people. We are some Satan sent, evil beings. This town actually has people marching down the main street (only one street in the town) every Sunday dressed in religious garb, caring a cross. Yeah, you heard that right.
So between Marcell and Bigfork there is a cultural gap a thousand miles wide. Only a 11 miles apart, but what a difference. I keep putting my work into their gallery whenever they have a juror from an outside area come in. And every time I hear complaints about how someone did not enjoy the porn on the walls. I do it just to piss off the Bigfork prudes, which seem to dominate the population. They really need to get a life and get away from that church crap.
I’m rambling. I have had a goodly portion of Glenlivet scotch and a fine cigar. And I don’t care one bit if I am rambling or not. And I think Abigail is wrong. I think she doesn’t have a clue because she is a generation and a half behind me and doesn’t realize what life was like in the past. As I didn’t realize what life was like for my parents, or grand parents.
Things are not peachy. From my parents to my time things went down hill. From my time to my children’s time they went down hill. This next generation is going to suck, and it will spiral down as it has been doing until humanity is toast. It is not far away in terms of human timeline. Just go visit a mall today and then tell me things are fine with parenting.
Okay, time for a photo.
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