tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post4852439907536517158..comments2023-07-03T08:11:03.409-05:00Comments on Nowhere, IL: Why It's Fun to be Evie, part 4 or 5...I've Lost CountUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-22924982603611093592007-11-07T13:13:00.000-06:002007-11-07T13:13:00.000-06:00Holy shit. This is the BEST story ever. I wouldn...Holy shit. This is the BEST story ever. I wouldn't believe it except that I was in Mt. Vernon for a day in the summer of 1997.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16279999850117456433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-21955372381349128382007-11-07T08:47:00.000-06:002007-11-07T08:47:00.000-06:00OMG! What a great story! Living in the suburbs o...OMG! What a great story! Living in the suburbs of Philadelphia really makes one forget that there really are stuttering biker-types and female dwarves walking down roads at night after running out of gas because they spent too much money bowling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-72123396283445538322007-11-06T10:31:00.000-06:002007-11-06T10:31:00.000-06:00Eleanor, I appreciate your excellent support but I...Eleanor, I appreciate your excellent support but I think I may be a one hit wonder; the Harper Lee of blogging. <BR/><BR/>I'm afraid that my life peaked at that moment on Sunday night, and from now on I'll be on the slippery downhill slope to obscurity and alcoholism, only to eventually live out the end of my life in a shed in the woods with 50 cats.<BR/><BR/>(Actually, those are my retirement goals...but don't tell Lori.)Evhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388783203747606618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-7171443661532173572007-11-06T01:52:00.000-06:002007-11-06T01:52:00.000-06:00You must understand that here in rural Southern Il...You must understand that here in rural Southern Illinois there are a lot of small gravel roads, and some of those small gravel roads lead to bizarre little pockets of inbred familial groupings that generally consist of hunks of rusting metal and vinyl siding nailed precarious in various and sundry configurations roughly resembling housing. The Snake Handling Church is such a place, and it would appear that the Stammering Biker Guy's brother is probably a snake handler himself, living, as he does, in such close proximity.<BR/><BR/>We generally categorize these enclaves of misbegotten humanity by their geographical location ... i.e. "the Makanda Hill People". Occasionally a family will become legendary on it's own, i.e. "those Hickhams" or "those Ethertons" -- families who are quite likely to mutate, within just another generation or two, into flipper-limbed cyclops'.<BR/><BR/>Actually, the Makanda Hill People have all but disappeared. I understand they relocated to Kentucky.Kwachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947544432313181778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-66118954827506988682007-11-05T20:23:00.000-06:002007-11-05T20:23:00.000-06:00LOL! I was hearing the dwarf girlfriend with a vo...LOL! I was hearing the dwarf girlfriend with a voice like Zelda Rubinstein, the tiny woman in Poltergeist. <BR/><BR/>Snake Handling Church! Sooooo funny!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03352988230062622756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-24588902978515010702007-11-05T15:47:00.000-06:002007-11-05T15:47:00.000-06:00Ev, this posting has restored my will to live -- t...Ev, this posting has restored my will to live -- thanks.<BR/>Also, I smell Newbury Award for a children's book...Diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10035472767125589266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-26489925032696520282007-11-05T15:42:00.000-06:002007-11-05T15:42:00.000-06:00lmao!we have both dwarves and stuttering bikers he...lmao!<BR/><BR/>we have both dwarves and stuttering bikers here in nh. but the odds are significant that they WOULD have just come from robbing the nearest convenience store, which are all run by displaced pakistanis or somalians.<BR/><BR/>you're much braver than me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-82888225965947454192007-11-05T14:04:00.000-06:002007-11-05T14:04:00.000-06:00Don't worry, Cedar...we don't have mini-marts. We ...Don't worry, Cedar...we don't have mini-marts. We DO have Food Giant, but I don't think they're much of a danger there, do you?<BR/><BR/>And UP...no guns, dwarves, bikers or snake handling? Jesus! And you Canadians call yourselves civilized!Evhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388783203747606618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-88934708051582538272007-11-05T13:49:00.000-06:002007-11-05T13:49:00.000-06:00I wish I could, Ev, but we ain't allowed to tote g...I wish I could, Ev, but we ain't allowed to tote guns up here. And we don't have dwarves, just somewhat vertically challenged persons. And we don't have bikers, just husky men who enjoy driving 2-wheeled sporting vehicles. And none of our churches handle snakes or have anyone speaking in tongues. And our buses don't run after 11:00 pm. So, you see my problem. My own story would lack pizzazz, but I'll be happy to forward a percentage of royalties -- that goes without saying.XUPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06753840302040062406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-10342014158148719272007-11-05T13:33:00.000-06:002007-11-05T13:33:00.000-06:00Ev, Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pick up str...Ev, Didn't anyone ever tell you not to pick up strangers? You know they could have just robbed the Mini-mart and ran out of gas trying to escape. Cedar<BR/><BR/>I hate myself for just typing that. I really do. Yet, I am laughing.Cedarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15084468926734824846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-589029459532626472007-11-05T12:27:00.000-06:002007-11-05T12:27:00.000-06:00You're welcome to my story, but I'll require a sma...You're welcome to my story, but I'll require a small gratuity, since I'm the one who had to go to the trouble of actually inviting the biker guy and the dwarf into my truck.<BR/><BR/>Or better yet, get your own gun-toting, stuttering biker guy with a dwarf girlfriend, and take them for a ride on the bus with you, preferably to your local snake-handling church.Evhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388783203747606618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36308462.post-74897465282539930812007-11-05T07:46:00.000-06:002007-11-05T07:46:00.000-06:00a) I think I saw this episode on Twin Peaks. b) so...a) I think I saw this episode on Twin Peaks. b) sometimes sitting on a drill in a bouncy truck can be fun c)did you make "small talk" with both of them or just her? d) I can't get over how casually you Americans handle people with toting guns e) I'm totally going to use this story if I ever write a novel. ThanksXUPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06753840302040062406noreply@blogger.com