ATDDTA (6) 178-179

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

          bekah:
          178:30     
          Ku Klux Klan,
          The Klan came to Colorado in 1921:

http://www.denver-rmn.com/millennium/1123mile.shtml

          It should probably be noted that the Klan is 
          also known as the "Invisible Empire" and 
          dresses like ghosts.

          (Btw,  it doesn't bother me a whit that Pynchon 
          doesn't adhere to a strict chronology -  tempus fugit )

Yeah, just fugit, as in "fugitaboutit".

But it does serve as another reminder that there are such things as good 
guys and bad guys 'round these parts, and maybe even a few moral 
lessons thrown in, gratis.

Weirdly enough, it was a passage that is marked up with a highlighter in 
my copy, stained with yellow while I was looking to words related to 
light/photography/EM spectra, all that sciency stuff:

Aspen-filtered shadows, night-riders, daytime, sunlight, "Fahr" (for "fire"). 
Kinda chiaroscuro, if ya catch my drift. 

Also notice "Clovis Yutts", what with me doin' purgatorial time out here in 
the Central Valley, seein' our fine locale gettin' slammed once more by 
pointy-headed East-Coast feminazis and self-described inteligensia types, 
and then there's that stupid-ass "Sloat Fresno" character coming down 
the pike, I'm telling you this Pynchon clown's got it in for us good 'ol boys. 

The fastest L.A. to S.F. car ride cuts through the Central Valley, there's 
passing reference to these parts in Vineland as well. We have a lot of Texas 
ex-pats, the survivors from Austin and their ilk tend to say things like 
"Houston looks great---in your rear view mirror".  Fresno's a whole lot like 
that, though if jammin' with Kenny Hall is your vision of paradise, come on 
down, he's got an open jam session on Wednesday at the "Basque" right off 
of Maroa.

For what it's worth, my maternal grandfather, a chicken-farmer from Tennesee*,
was in the K.K.K. He also had nappy hair, a broad flat nose and rhythm. 'Scuse 
me whilst I load up some  "Johnny Cash, Walking The Line: The Legendary Sun 
Recorings" onto my I-Pod, once you get some of that redneck blood in you, see, 
it never lets you loose.

Can we still say "nappy"?

*Which explains my Hippy Mom's "Wizard of Oz" obsession, teaching us 
all to sing like munchkins as children---a gift that, annoyingly enough, 
never goes away. . . .