Upstate New York

I've actually written two blog posts since the last one but the computer that I was working on swallowed them both. The Erie county library doesn't exactly have the greatest facilities. They do, however, have the original manuscript of Mark Twain's Huckleberry Fin. He's apparently from Buffalo, not Mississippi as I'd always thought.

Anyways, I'm in Boston now staying with my dad's cousin. I don't really have the energy to write about my last week, as a lot has happened, but I will list some of the highlights:

Niagara Falls is dull, even the kitsch. Downtown is the most depressed, boarded up, crumbling place I've ever seen.

Buffalo is amazing. The art gallery is better than Toronto's. The chicken wings are stellar. And Buffalonians are either the most sullen, dangerous looking people ever or incredibly friendly depending on if you're being hustled or not. I got hustled but I'm saving that story for a future blog post called "Conversations with Americans" that I guarantee will be filled with sex, violence, drug abuse, class warfare, racism, xenophobia and religious fundamentalism.

Cortland, New York is the small town where my dad grew up. It's pretty and kinda slow. I stayed with my dad's highschool buddy who is also the former mayor. I went with his family to see motherfucking Dave Matthews in Saratoga Springs, New York. It was the whitest experience I've ever had by far, and I've had some pretty white experiences. It was also kinda good...

Anyways, now I'm in Boston. An amazing place.