tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677396.post-1080782817077848182004-04-01T03:42:00.000-08:002004-04-01T06:00:30.076-08:00

We follow I-55 looking for a state highway, then take it into a regional park where we pick up the first of two dirt roads on our way to Yopo, a tiny town about twenty miles from Kankakee, Illinois. When we pull up, the poet Lars Fad is waiting on a large painted glider. He gives a big wave and heads over to us. He is wearing a striped shirt, long khaki shorts, and flip flops. It is 33

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