The dog's name was Indiana

So we were driving to NYC and decided to stop off at New Haven since neither of us have ever seen Yale and from what I here its an impressive example of neo-gothic blah blah. So we did stop. And we must have made some kind of Quantum Leap because when we arrived at Yale campus it appears that we had arrived in 1940 something. Check it out for yourself:





SO. we asked an old-timey looking bus driver what year i t was and what was with all the cranes and lights and he told us that they were "shootin' da new hahrrison fahd movie - yah know Indiana Jones?" We didn't actually see Mr. Fahd, because, as we learned, everyone was on lunch break for three hours or so. Nice job.
But Yale was a beautiful campus and excellent example of everything Gothic with multitudes of gargoyles and even some flying buttresses.





So far we've only eaten road trip food, and the bathroom walls are squeaky boring in New England - no creative adolescent vulgarity here. These young poets prefer paper to tile i guess. But i'm sure we'll find plenty of interesting food and vulgarity in the best city on planet earth. We're off to Manhattan to stay with our friend Di Cannon (forever famous as the girl from the glamour shot picture in Napoleon Dynamite).