After leaving the old gas station, Keith took us on a tour of his Hillbilly Garden. As I understand it, the neighbors were upset that his yard was cluttered with junk and protested to the authorities. Somebody suggested that he arrange his junk and call it art. He painted some pictures on an old truck, nailed some stuff to trees and managed to get official approval as a tourist attraction.
Keith told us all this with a grin on his face that made me think he thought he was getting away with something. The paintings were primitive but pleasant. The rest of the garden was just silly. Each piece had a lame pun that went along with it. We got to hear every one of them as the rain came down harder and we got wetter.
This is Keith’s tribute to Cadillac Ranch.
Keith said his kids came home from church one Sunday and told him that the woman who lives across the street sang a song. Before she started, she announced that the devil had moved in across the way. In response, Keith put up this mirror facing her house.
Why “Enter as Tim”? Because that’s all they could spell with the letters. Although I thought “Mister Neat” would have been more appropriate.
There was much more of this sort of thing, but it all began to look and sound alike to me after awhile.