Monday, April 27, 1987
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By Charles Lieurance
Vacation Wanderer
Off to Club Med, off to Barbados, off
to swimming along the reef, scuba div
ing, boating, drinks with umbrellas and
little pastel colored swords impaling
maraschino cherries.
Sure, fine, just go. See if I care. I've
got places to go, don't think I don't.
And I'll be able to drink the water and
I'll know what my currency is worth.
Day I. Summer Vacation, 1987.
11 a.m. daylight savings time.
Capricorn vivisecting Aries. Nice
day for a white wedding.
I haven't really thought of anwhere
to go yet. I bought a whole bunch of
travel books from the Nebraska Book
store: Botswana, Tierra del Fuego
(cheap dimestore prom crown of Fuego
in English), Borneo, ancient Abyssinia
(rates are down this season) . . .
Day II. Summer Vacation,
1987. 11 a.m. daylight savings
time. Taurus gores Virgo and
the moon orders out for Chinese
food. Day of our lives.
Did you know that if you don't
subscribe to the movie channels that
those hideous, but very colorful, lines
that obscure great flicks like "The
Money Pit," "Turk 182" and "Ham
burger.' The Movie," disappear when
the credits to the movie come on?
Still thinking about the word "vaca-
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Columnists track handwipers through
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tion." I mean, since this is summer
vacation from the university I'm techni-
callv on vacation whether I go anyplace
or not. A person can su ngni an me.
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and still hfl nn vacation.
Vacation? Ha! This is the life. Nothing
to do, no one to answer to. Thirty-six
channels of pure joy.
Day III. Summer Vacation,
1987. 11 a.m. daylight savings
time. The moon's in Virgo and
her dad's mad as helL
The realization that I might be
snapping drives me to the kitchen to
make something summery. A glass of
lemonade maybe,
Brian BarberDaily Nebraskan
I don't know when it first came to me
to tour the rest areas of 1-80, to follow
that elusive nomadic tribe of interstate
Bedouins whose sole mission in life is
to go into every rest area in the United
States and carve "4. Wipe hands on
pants" on the automatic blow dryers.
I was on their trail until around
North Platte where they surprised me
and hit a Conoco station in town.
Someday there will be great things to
write about these people on their ways.
Margaret Mead be damned.
The oddest part about them is that
no one has ever seen one of them carve
their trademark onto the machines.
There are also rumors that anyone who
is not in the tribe who is caught carving
on one of the machines disappears or is
immediately put to work making 1-80
sculptures.
Ki. THE COMFORTS OF HOME
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Let's face it, a daily diet of tasteless
burgers in styrofoam boxes can turn
you into a dull person,
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way iv. oumracr vacation,
1987. 11 a.m. daylight savings
time. Mars is in the mouth of
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Leo. Looks like rain.
1 think 1 11 take on another adventure.
the search for the origins of the
jackaiope. un, sure plenty of places
claim to be home to this critter. But
where does the truth lie?
Aimelee Burton of Stagolee tells the
story of how she and Willa Cather
spotted one back in 1908 jumping
through the sandhills.
"The things were everywhere," Burton
said., "If you catch them during rutting
season, they're vicious, butting antlers,
kicking with those powerful hind legs
of theirs."
Burton says at least four farmers
reported injuries suffered when they
unwittingly approached mating jack
alopes. The Scrub Bar in Corinna claims to
be the home of the first jackalope and
to prove it, they shot it, stuffed it,
mounted it and set it in the bar.
Duquesne Studios in Grand Island,
is responsible for what is probably the
most controversial and staggering piece
of jackalope memorabilia. It's a photo
graph of a cowboy riding one of the
creatures.
It appears on thousands of postcards.
The jackalope jockey looks to be about
six feet tall, and the critter itself
stands a good five and a half.
Hiram Duquesne, who took the photo
graph, recalls:
"We'd waited, oh, I'd say a good 48
hours on a little plateau out south of
Hastings. It was a hot day, hundred,
and hundred and ten degrees, no shade.
We just had a feeling we'd catch the
beast there. Just a feeling. Finally,
right around sixish, here it come. An' it
weren't hippity hoppity-in', it was
thundering."
"Roger, our cowboy, just rushed right
out there and rode it. We shot rolls of
film. The one that's on the postcard,
that's the only one that ain't blurred so
you can't see nothin'."
Day V. Summer Vacation, 1987.
The moon is in the seventh house
but checkout time is noon.
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