When we go on a trip, we sprinkle catnip on Cora's paper. (She loves paper.) This is Cora running from her drug problem.
And Cora fully immersed in it.
Stuck behind the infectious waste truck. This is how I will always remember the New Jersey Turnpike.
There's something sad about a pickle on the floor.
The inspiration behind Stü Art. He loves people as long as they don't touch him.
Meet Jim's brother's girlfriend, Eleanor. So this is what a casualty of the Chillicothe school levy looks like.
Jim at his dad's, proving his worth.
Why people in the Midwest are so healthy.
Troy's big claim to fame is the annual Strawberry Festival. They take it so seriously that it's OK to deface public property as long as it's strawberry related.
Just another liberal mocking Middle American Values. As Jim was taking this shot, the cops pulled up, slowed down, and rolled up their window. Imagine the coroner's son getting booked for this.
Happy sheep knit.
Like New Jersey, downtown Troy has a major traffic problem.
There's only one car in Troy. It just keeps driving around and around the same circle.
Jim is fond of this building and would like to point out an example of the only architectural feature he knows, the mansard roof.
Jim looks ready to celebrate Developmental Disabilities Month.
Wistfully gazing back at his all-star days.
It always takes forever to say goodbye when Jim's brother Mike is involved. Pictured left to right: brother Mike, brother's girlfriend Eleanor, Jim's dad, Jim's sister Sophy, Jim. (Note the Kucinich for President sticker on Mike's car. I'm not the only one clinging to broken dreams.)
What to say about this piece? I found it in Jim's old bedroom. In the lower left corner it says "I'm in a dinner." Could he mean "diner"? Was this a premonition of life in New Jersey?
Nearing 30, Jim clings to his little league trophies. He looks bleary-eyed because we'd just watched about 5 hours' worth of Columbo.
This is pretty much what "the rest of Ohio" looks like.
I was unconsciously whistling "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" when I took this shot.
Edgewater, from the air. My most precious piece of Earth.
This is what my Ohio looks like.
We landed in Cleveland just long enough for me to run down to Terminal A and get a Burning River.
I'm confused. Am I still in Ohio? No, wait, the nor'easter finally came.
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