I drove north to Manchester-By-The-Sea to visit two boulders in a swamp. They are called the Agassiz Rocks, named for the subject of my planned future documentary, Louis Agassiz. The boulders were brought to this place by glaciers on their way home. It was going to be my first day of shooting; I had the camera and the instruction booklet. I was ready to turn on the real-time LCD view. But it was not to be. I got lost and never found the rocks. I asked everybody I met, “Where are the cool rocks?” No one knew. I walked to a massive expanse of grass and trees running to the rocky coast called the Ocean Lawn, and stopped. The first documentary can be the hardest to get started.
My friend Amanda came with me. When I was in Chicago, Amanda looked after my cat. When I returned, I found this felt severed arm on my table. Roly Poly mauled her.
The coroner: Here is Timothy’s watch. I think you should have it.
Jewel Palovak: Thank you. Oh my gosh! It’s still ticking! It’s like a circle! I can’t believe it still ticks.
Roly Poly needs to take a walk, have a talk, be a man about town until relaxed and ready for a nap.
hey officer, bro, where are the magic rocks?
great photo