....as Finkler awoke ...he awoke in a world made clear ...a world
revealed through dream....Finkler had had dreams of Aunt Bee Obie Andy..and what's his
name ...as Finkler awakes this missing link flies
south...gone ...like the haze ..mist ...brown water as locals call it
than rests over the new cornelia pit ...the worlds largest abandoned
open pit copper mine...today is one of those rare days when the haze
lifts and all of Butte has a perfect day...Finkler takes it all in ...a
meal...a clear day in Butte....a clear view that only reaffirms to him
the true nature a America...an Andy Griffith rerun...plenty of pills
to kill the pain...and all the focus an american needs....the Andy
Griffith show....americans are there ...just like all Mayberry...there
to be taken advantage of.....they are true rube...Finkler takes note of
his morning observations...he writes a larger than life poem that
re-affirms his observations ...the america seen only when there is the
need for a pit stop...yes a pit stop...that is what brings Finkler to
Butte ....a pitstop...the last in many such stops in this ...Basho like
adventure to find the american soul....in so doing see a part of himself
buried ...hid...gone...Butte is Finkler's last stop....Butte is the home...birthplace of
his great-grandmother...he even has the address...he has it written right at the beginning
of his journal.......g.grandma agnus...number 7 Washington...Butte Montana......Finkler
will walk to the address take a picture and be on the coast by the next day.....see...the
pit before him the New Cornelia....made with German money....a German would never let an
American to make such a large hole in the earth...take the money and run ..without ever
filling the whole...yep Americans are sure .....how shall it be put.....trusting.....these
thoughts entertain Finkler's mind as he walks through Butte in search of 7 Washington
st.....Butte is not a large town ...Washihgton st.........on the front porch are stacked
one upon the other all the trout a person could eat in a lifetime...trout stacked ten
foot...floor to ceiling...this is the house ...this is the address....but a
photo....with fish ...Finkler reconsiders and returns the camera to
its' case...Butte....as he walks...retraces his steps he remembers the
missing dream piece ....aunt bee and Andy are sitting around the kitchen table....Aunt Bee
has a huge jar of roaches...a years worth...as Andy watches Aunt Bee creates....she
creates a pile of roach weed...a pile that makes twelve good-sized joints.....Andy never
really looks Aunt Bee in the eye he just takes hit after hit joint after joint until there
are twelve new roaches that Aunt Bee rolls into huge spliff ...she wants
Goober to have some of the roach joint cause it will be a whole year before the
opportunity again.......Andy does not move ...he just grins like he wants to sing a
song....in a flash Aunt Bee is back...she must have Goober 'cause she brings another with
her...Andy tells Aunt Bee that he would like to sing a song about Big Mike Fink........the
three of 'em sing a stupid song about a river pirate named Mike Fink...this makes them
tired...they each pass out where they sit........America Finkler thinks ........america is
a quick car ride..Andy Griffith re-runs in every city...one last stop before the plane
departs....America ...america is a porch stacked floor to ceiling with stiff frozen trout
...all the trout ...enough trout for a lifetime......Finkler thinks he should circle back
and take a photo of the frozen fish....he takes a picture of the hotel.the hotel with the
haze almost lifted from the new cornelia mine...the worlds largest abandoned open pit
copper mine .....Finkler does not stop at the Butte gas station nor does he want Butte
dunken donuts.....the coast by sunrise...Finkler has a plane to catch..............oupee
