On I-90 going through Southern Minnesota. Last night was a total dissappointment. We drove to Granton, Wis., town of 439, to met Lynel and her Aunt and Uncle. I called them around 9:15 pm. Her uncle, Doug, answered and informed me, after going hundreds of miles out of our way, that Lynel had never invited us to stay there. I slammered on the phone for a few moments then told him our predicament (no money) and heard him say, "Sorry Partner"...click... He hung up. Thus, Doug became the biggest jerk of the nation. Bryan and I couldn't believe he had refused letting us stay, after telling us in Chicago that we could come by. Lynel and Doug, Idiots! We drove from Granton to a rest stop on I-94 and slept in the back of the truck for 7 hours. Fuck them. Back to telling about D.C.

We met Otto and Rick on the lawn of the Capitol, that is called the Mall. We went to the Smithsonian, in search of Dinosaurs. Of course, we were lost looking for them but really didn't care. We went into the engineering building and used the bathrooms. We revealed at the "achievements" of man in the industrial field. Presses, steam engines, locomotives and assorted industrial bullshit. Wow, it was fun. We headed out the doors, across the mall in search of the dinosaurs, again! In front of the Museum of Natural History is a life size replica of a Triceratops. Our whole party, of course, had to assend the beast and have our picture taken. We caroused through the museum meeting man and mammal, alike. Young, old, prehistoric. Intelligent and unintelligent. American and Foriegn. Everything, Everyone, human and sub-human?

We had to eat! This is the point where blowing out my family went into full swing. Oh Well! Otto and Rick live in the city on 10th and Constitution. We all decided to go shopping and got beer and spaghetti. God, dinner was great! Busch beer, spaghetti, garlic bread and Incredible Sunday on the TV, with a man from France who drank his tea with his arms behind his head.