Buena Vista, Colorado, USA, February 2013
When Amy, a dear friend of mine from Australia, and her mum, Irene, came to visit in me rural Colorado, I needed to show them some entertainment — something they couldn’t find in Adelaide, SA. After going to Wal-Mart (which did not disappoint), we headed to BV and Trader Tad’s.
Mind you we did not go inside — really the outside signs say it all. Actually, I was too scared to go inside. Since enough of my BVHS students had warned me about TT and his questionable state of mind, a quick drive-by was sufficient.
We marveled at the home decor, which appeared to be a spray-painted patriotic porch chair and a pseudo wishing well/lemonade stand. Barbed wire, wagon wheels and creepy plastic horses on ropes seemed aplenty as well.
Although we missed out on the “good stuffe” on the inside, I’m fairly certain that Trader Tad doesn’t sell dictionaries. It’s a shame, actually, since there’s probably some manifesto writing going on somewhere in the vicinity.
Truer words were never printed.