lucky cap The story I want to tell you is about the time I was in Iowa last summer. I was living in a house with five or six other people. The house was part of an old farm, and it was a few miles outside of Iowa City. The people who lived there were painters and musicians in their early twenties. They had a few marijuana plants growing in the yard, and when they wanted to smoke they just took a few leaves from the plant and dried them in the oven. They had a curved ramp for skateboarding, and there were grain silos you could climb at night to look at the stars from a high place. When they wanted to make a painting they took wood that was left over from building the skateboard ramp. They usually painted outdoors. They had a friend named Mark who took some pieces of rusted metal, like parts from old trucks, and made a sculpture out in the middle of the cornfield. It was both a sculpture and a machine meant to pull meteors down from the sky with some kind of magnetic force. It was sitting in the middle of the field, and they called it "Mark's Meteor Attractor." Mark always wore a red tractor cap with "Marlboro" on the front. Everyone in Iowa wears tractor caps. One day he left it at the farm on a couch in the room people used to get stoned. I found the cap and started wearing it. "It's mine," I said. The next day Mark came looking for the cap and Tim told him, "It's not here." I still have the cap and I still wear it, even in Paris. I wear it in memory of Iowa, which is a cool place. It has always been my lucky cap.
	location: Paris date: September 17, 1991 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):