Dear Terry

Checking in from The Mother Road! No Escalades or ATSs here! It’s all old-school Coupes, covered in spray paint. You’ve never seen anything like this, there’s ten of them all lined up, nose down in the dirt, tail fins to the heavens! I tagged one for you.

Dear Terry

Cheers! Thish ish the besht museum! Ever! Thanks god for dishtilling stills. Even old Washington had one. The temperansh exhitbit is a bit of a buzzkill. P.S. I’m nnot drunmkf.

Dear Terry

Do you have plans for the solstice yet? Since I can’t meet up with my Druid brothers on Salisbury Plain this year, I’ll make my pilgrimage to the other henge, the one in the American West. As I understand it, without the proper granite, the next best building material was old cars. Oh well, I’m sure the gods will hear my prayers regardless.

Dear Terry

Ever wondered what it would feel like to jump a motorcycle over 14 Greyhound buses? Wonder no longer! Just strap on your spangly leather jumpsuit and the VR goggles at this Sunflower State museum, and you’ll just about be there. I’m tempted to take this rocket-on-wheels for a spin…

Dear Terry

Hare Krishna! I feel like I’ve stepped into a time machine, but I can’t tell if I’ve gone back to the 60s, or back to the India of the Maharajas. This golden palace is fit for a spiritual leader, if only I could hear myself chanting over the fracking down the road.

Dear Terry

Hello from the American frontier! I don’t know if Buffalo Bill ever really rode through here, but this museum is a gunslinger’s paradise. I suppose all the guns people lost or dropped must end up somewhere, I just didn’t think it would be here! This must be the only museum to put battlefield dirt on display.

Dear Terry

I must have rolled a 20, because I just found the coolest park in the world! I spent the morning running around a castle, shaking my fists at gremlins and goblins. You should come out here! Just be careful not to wake the sleeping dragon.

Dear Terry

“I was shot by the Union and Eaten by the Confederates, and all I got was this stupid plaque”. That’s what I would say if I were this poor camel. He died far from home, but at least he had a fun time scaring horses.

Dear Terry

I’m converting! I’ve decided to become an Elevationist, and join as this congregation smokes its sacrament every Sunday. This house of worship is dope, I could contemplate this trippy art all day. Anyway, time to go! I want to say ten Hail Mary Janes before mass.

Dear Terry

I’m in a sticky situation. You know I’m a germaphobe, but here I am next to a wall COVERED in other people’s chewing gum. Even the abundant PNW rain could not clean away the sticky, pepperminty smell that pervades the area…

Dear Terry

I’m writing from a house that gives a new meaning to the term “aluminum siding”. All it took was one stir-crazy retiree with a taste for beer, and boom! The whole house got a makeover. There are even pull-tab curtains. Don’t get any ideas.

Dear Terry

I’ve always wanted to stand at the feet of a god…Albeit a very unconventional statue of one. His eyes are mismatched, being made of different spare parts, and he holds aloft…a toilet! He even has his trusty trident!

Dear Terry

No bishop would have his seat here! Instead of carved stone, the walls are made of junk, and rather than being in the town square, it’s in some guy’s backyard (although the neighbors aren’t too pleased about it). It’s overgrown with vegetation but he’s still building it, one old TV or broken ladder or destrung tennis racket at a time.

Dear Terry

The King of Rock and Roll didn’t just have a pulsating pelvis, he also had some sweet karate moves! This tiny monument commemorates the time he leapt from his limo to stop a kid from being beat up. May we all be as selfless as this bejeweled, side-burned hero.

Dear Terry

This particular walk in the woods has a little extra mystery to it. Towering redwoods stand among chainsaw carvings of woodland creatures, all visible from the gondolas strung high above. Paul Bunyan says “Hi”, as does Babe.

Dear Terry

To fluoridate, or not to fluoridate? This hard water question has torn families apart. I stand at the foot of a huge statue that celebrates the town that first added this tiny little anion to water. Nothing like a 5 ton piece of wavy metal to fight tooth decay.

Dear Terry

Today I swore a Blood Oath to the mob. A virtual one, that is! And I learned how vast the web of organized crime really is. This museum, a former courthouse, celebrates the wiseguys just as much as the G-men who took them down. Maybe more, actually.

Dear Terry

Your dream of eating fettucini while gazing upon the “Creation of Adam” can finally come true! But rather than Michelangelo’s delicate brushwork, you’ll be gazing upon Paco’s delicate spray-work while you twirl your fork into your pasta. Come gaze upon the fresco that used up all the spray paint in the area.