A last photo from Kansas. There is a brand of gasoline, Sinclair, whose logo is a bright green brontosaurus. Appropriate for a fossil fuel. Still, it's a little disconcerting to drive off the prairie into town and be confronted by a prehistoric monster.
It reminds me of my first encounter with the mind blowing. I was on the debate team in high school. We once took a late bus from New York to Boston for a tournament. It was misty and foggy. I fitfully tried to sleep but was awakened by friend's a transistor radio, which for some unknowable reason was playing a Spanish-language cover of the Rolling Stones' Satisfaction. As I looked out the window into the darkness, a flatbed truck with a Sinclair dinosaur five times the size of this one rolled by. Boinkboinkboink...
Two years later I was at Woodstock and this kind of thing seemed normal.
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