Close to the tall chain link fences of Dover Air Force Base,
a U.S. Air Force fighter jet from the old days is grounded
next to a smartly done replica of the Statue of Liberty.
We spied the jet and statue under a yellow sky
on the front yard of an American Legion post
while motoring north on Delaware Highway 1.
For an Atomic Road Lizard from Japan,
visiting these potent symbols
of American military might and individual liberty
was paradoxical and instructive.
Counting the Lanes.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Bel Air, Maryland
Godzilla carried us over an interstate highway a few minutes before sunset. Huge green and white signs, one pointing toward "NEW YORK" and the other toward "BALTIMORE," urged us to enter the stream, become one with the masses. What a great stream it was! Cars and trucks in tightly packed lines stretched six lanes wide from horizon to horizon. They were fast cars, powerful trucks, emitting a collective, almost manic energy that shouted, "We are going somewhere." The amber beams of headlights, the cherry glow of taillights in the mellow dusk, the show of speed and power, appeared like a deceptively inviting vision on the landscape.
We demurred, keeping to our backroad. There the wildflowers grow, the crops rise high in preparation for the harvest, the herds graze and wander, stands of trees and ribbons of creeks and streams decorate the landscape with visual refreshment. What style of architecture and signage shall the next village present? What wondrous image may appear, suddenly, 'round the next bend of the two-lane? Look, the colt races across the pasture. A hawk bursts from the bushes. A strong young dog races and bounds across the farmyard. And a tiny doe in the cornrows, ducks on the shimmering pond, a rooster and hens on the bushy shoulder. Slow road, going anywhere.
Hard rain, crashing thunder, hot bolts of lightening on the dark dome of the sky. Godzilla was grateful for the bath.
A storm was brewing with fierce lightening strikes in the distance,
but the statue of Jesus was too compelling to ignore.
It was erected at the turn of the twentieth century
by the Society of Saint Joseph of the Sacred Heart
on the grounds of Saint Joseph's Industrial School
on Highway 15 at Duck Creek Road in Clayton, Delaware.
An agriculture and trades school for black kids, it was shuttered
I was told, sometime in the 1960s.
A new Charter School now stands
on the spacious grounds of the Josephites.
standing in a field of many wildflowers beside Little Neck Road
in the Prime Hook National Wildlife Refuge in central Delaware,
not too far from the bay.
Meadows Farms at cow feeding time
on Maryland Highway 273, a mile or two east of the town of Rising Sun.
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form the narrative "Travels with Godzilla."
The Journey Ends:
Bye, Buck Bowles.
Monday, August 31
By the Hand of Man.
Thursday, August 27
Shy and Wonderful:
Of the Wild Image.
Wednesday, August 26
It Wasn't the Flood.
Tuesday, August 25
So Many Mountains
Giving Some Up.
Monday, August 24
Pay Is Pay
Saturday, August 22
Counting the Lanes.
Friday, August 21
An Easy Puzzle:
Flat and Tidy.
Thursday, August 20
A Fine Old Motor Vessel
Makes a Smooth Crossing
from Jersey to Delaware.
Wednesday, August 19
Sandy Pine Barrens
On a Road to Heaven.
Tuesday, August 18
Sugar Hollow Road:
Not too Far
down the Way
Friday, August 14
Thursday, August 13
Off Balance, Agitated.
Tuesday, August 11
Success and Fear
On the Sly Peripheral.
Monday, August 10
You Want to Take Forever.
Sunday, August 9
Carry Me Home.
Saturday, August 8
Friday, August 7