The Incredulity Tour Tour (parts one & dos) Diary, entry #3: Signage of the Times
To say this was one of those misty-eyed moments one so rarely enjoys in life would be completely understating the point. If not for that niggling sobriety thing, I'd have cracked open a bottle of Wild Turkey and chugged heartily in tribute to one of the great influences of my artistic worldview.
Instead, I had a bracing cup of sassafras tea, and on the way out of town stopped in at the Wild Turkey distillery. There I proceeded to break the Wild Turkey, by reading selected poems from The Incredulity Tour to it, and interjecting the occasional "Who's the bitch, now?"
It was only after much closer examination, and a couple of strong hints from MsAPhillips that I realized I was actually riding a barrel carefully decorated to resemble a real turkey. My bad!
(Photos by MsAPhillips)