(Sorry for the late post– went to see the Big Movie that opened today. Expect a review eventually.)
Every college or university has a favorite laundromat, frequented by everyone who just can’t hack the sordid laundry rooms in the basements of the dormitories. The students living in off campus apartmenuts go there too, making it a natural meeting place for much of the community. These laundromats tend to be large, cheap, and located near bars, arcades, and convenience stores, which are all handy places to dispose of any extra quarters.
At Sauk Trail, that laundromat is Gold’s Coin Laundry , but the shabby sign with its missing G, S and apostrophe has given it its common name, The Old Coin. Iowa’s introductory questions don’t get her very far, but Bud ended up folding most of her laundry.
My friend Oskar really did ask me that question once, from his seat in the back of the van. I think everyone needs to have an answer ready for this very incisive inquiry. My favorite dinosaur is the same as Bud’s- any sauropod.
The van here is not the common or garden variety domestic minivan, but the mysterious yet familiar White Van Thirteen.
It was after designing this page that I had the major structural epiphany for this story–it is a travelogue. We follow Iowa as she follows Bud all around Kekionga, badgering her good natured subject with a series of odd or obvious questions. If you have already guessed that Bud’s answers are going to be equally odd or obvious, you are on the right track.
And Nestor-in-the-Lake really is a crankypants.