The Death of Bonnie and Clyde
Do not go gently into that goodnight
We almost ran out of gas trying to find this lonely marker where Bonnie and Clyde were slain. It is a long drive into the middle of bum-fuck-Egypt, Louisiana where the only thing on the radio is the Deliverance theme song and you are stuck behind a caravan of pick-up truck driving rednecks. Before you start yelling at my off color remarks just remember I live in this fetid state so I am allowed to speak about my people like this. Anyways, after driving already for 4 hours we finally stumble upon this shrine of "Romeo and Juliet in a get away car". As soon as you stop and look around, the first thing that hits you (after you get over the vandelism and graffitti to this solemn, weathered altar) is the silence. Dead silence. You can imagine in the distance the hum of the '34 Ford driving down the dirt road, sunlight streaming through the pine trees, and the faint laughter of two kids in love over the engine noise. As it gets noise gets louder you can hear the sounds of machine guns begin cocked and loaded, and then the cacaphonous din of gun fire, broken glass and bullet choked screams. It is a creepy place to visit, and a fitting stop after seeing their gravesites the day before. More pictures of this and Bonnie and Clyde together are located here.