A long time ago

in a galaxy far, far away...

We set out to make a movie. So, we left on our tour of the US seeing all sorts of places and people we were hoping didn't exist. One night in Wyoming, we were filming a stretch of highway in the pitch black, using night vision. We were trying to get to the next city which was a good 50 miles away, when suddenly, in a flash, our lives changed forever. What our minds weren't fast enough to catch in its entirety, the Sony camera caught in all its horrible Gulf War style green night vision glory...

The death of a coyote.

Here is the journal entry from 8/3/00...

"...it was our goal to make it out of South Dakota and to the first major city (haha) in Wyoming before nightfall. We made it into WY, but night did fall. We were still filming and thought we should use the night vision feature on the camera. Just a warning... I look EXTREMELY scary on night vision. So just after a last comment from me, Christina pans back toward the road. It was night. We were traveling at aproximately 85 miles per hour. Just as she was about to turn off the camera, a coyote (or perhaps four legged sasquatch) runs in front of the van, looks at us, and dies. (We couldn't have stopped that without dying ourselves) I really felt horrible and didn't want to look at the bumper. We finally made it to Gillette, found a VERY overpriced motel, and slept..."

In that horrible fateful moment, for which I received condolences from Peter Mulvey among others, the movie and record became titled Roadkill Amerikana™ I hope to complete the movie before you all die.