The monument itself was suitably turned out for our visit. Bright sunshine cast sharp shadows on the rock, children ran circles around the pavillion, and tourists snapped photo after photo. After a few minutes it began to resemble the scene from Delillo's White Noise in which the characters visit The Most Photographed Barn in the World:
here is the spot where, had The Lotus not lent it out, you would find the relevant passage from White Noise. As an aside, The Lotus cannot believe that she bought 60 perogies for only $3.40. That, my friends, is a steal.
It didn't take long for the glory of Rushmore to wane. After all, I'd seen the image a million times, even if this was my first visit. What held my interest was the crowd of tourists who'd come to see Rushmore and pose with the presidents in the background, each one wearing the same rictus as a relative or stranger snapped a shot. How many photos of Rushmore actually exist? How many temporary smiles? Logos from defunct companies on T-shirts?
It gave me an idea. Which I'll tell you about after I have lunch.
3 comments:
Enjoy your food poisoning for under $5.
You mean you resisted saying, "boy, that shure is big!"? the fortitude, if it existed, is admired.
As everyone says about Rushmore, it's smaller than you might think. Crazy Horse, on the other hand, is enormous. I stood underneath his nose. No sculpted nostril hairs.
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