I drove to Angola yesterday for the first time. Lake Country indeed! It was the land of abandoning piles of burning leaves in the front yard. It felt like a resort - McCall, Idaho in the fall comes to mind. On the way back, I stopped in Marion, Indiana - a truly scary town. I know I've lived next to James Dean territory for a few years now and I finally saw his birthplace. It's now a parking lot with a rock plaque and star to mark the event.
Then I came home to unwrap some books: the new Miranda July, Ralph Eugene Meatyard's Dolls and Masks, and From the Bottom of the Well by Shawn Records.
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