DAY 5: Sunday, 6 August

Blogger sucks, so here are the remaining pictures from DAY 4:

Another creepishly large cross looms in the darkness over the Illinois highway

We rejoice in our Best Western find.

DAY 5:

Indiana is full of cows and farms and corn:

Indianapolis isn't very awe-inspiring either:

This is too bad, because the only Indian people I've ever met (hicks, not dots or feathers) are pretty cool. One of them is DWright. The other is the owner of this canoe:

Cheer up, Dan Savage!

He saw me taking this picture of his car at the rest stop, and I felt a little weird about it, so we admitted that we were admiring his sticker. Then he knew we were alright. That didn't stop his creepy ten-year-old son from staring us down, though. I wonder if the man finally had to explain the meaning of the sticker to his son after we left. And I wonder if his explanation included a reason why the sticker is on his canoe and not the family car. I wonder if he had to sleep on the couch that night after little Timmy enlightened Mommy regarding the sorry state of our country's domestic policy and overseas military campaigns over lukewarm oven-baked fish sticks and Jell-O that evening. I wonder if they're now on the path to divorce.

Whatever. Vigorous political discussion and divorce is what this great country of ours is all about.