I went by
Elmore’s Landing, at the foot of the bridge across 331 going to
There was a sign with a number to call for an appointment to see the paintings and sculpture.
I asked Dwight
the Potter, a fishing buddy Joe had encouraged to become an artist, or a
craftsman—I used to see them at The Red Bar in
They were big men, like tag-team wrestlers. Joe had a ponytail and looked like a sumo wrestler. Balder called him a Hawaiian. He could have passed for a Samoan. Or a Maori.
Another roadside
attraction, gone the way of Tom Gaskin’s
Was that this book or last book?
So many books. I get them confused.
There is a statue of a buffalo out front carved from a single piece of redwood that is impressive.
I guess roadside
chainsaw-sculptors are going the way of the buffalo. Or the
