Monday, July 11, 1983

Monday, July 11, 1983; Davidson, Saskatchewan

It is 1:40 p.m.  We're sitting in a service station in Davidson, Saskatchewan, which is 72 miles from nowhere to the northwest, and about 70 miles from nowhere else to the southeast.  The car, of course, is dying.  I figure it is an appropriate time for the first entry in this journal of this ridiculous excursion.




Davidson, Saskatchewan

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