One year, I was a registration slash information desk guy.
A nostalgia convention.
Some radio-heads were talking about this radio station.
Might have been in Montana, or Idaho, or some other
The station was formerly a bus station, and there was some kind of dead drop.
While it was still the bus station.
Something about how it was a transit point for spies.
Something about some kind of listening post, that the Reds had set up.
Something about how it was eventually discovered.
Something about how the surrounding area –
That’s in the House Select Report on * redacted *
Only, you’ll never read that. It was never approved, and the
CIA guys disavowed everything.
Now, I found this former station.
I can make something come true, if you give me the location
of some unverified story. I like to find these spots, for
Last week, I managed to get this band a gig.
They want to play this festival.
I told them to how fix their demo reel.
They told me where this diner is.
It’s allegedly the one that didn’t make the final album
cover of “Abandoned Luncheonette” by Hall & Oates.
Only, it’s the one where characters go, when they can’t
get into the diner of Hopper’s “Nighthawks” because
they don’t know the password there.
And they’re not very nice.
I’ve got just the trick.
I need the joint to myself, since it’s for a photo project.
I’ll tell them I can offer them the password.
Only, it’s for the diner during the day.
They’ll leave, and be pretty smug about having the
There’s a reason, though, why “Nighthawks” wasn’t portrayed
during the day.
Hopper never talked about it.
Only, it’s – well, I can’t remember what the word for “ill-advised” is, from
this dead language.
I only talked to this priestess once.