GREEN CHURCH

The river road has many names. Highway 6. Benton's Crossing. GREEN CHURCH Road. Anglers know them all, true to the bone. The marrow of SIERRA STRANGE flows through channels of Owens River to the Presbyterian haunt. That hot pinky cross like a flappers tassel in some dirty burlesque. Puts the "KICK" in your hind. Get that ass to Mammoth Lakes! Go to Silver Lake, sit your rear down, get a frosty beverage and CAST. Or turn my way, the spring creek ahead will knock you on your tail! The Green Church has had a healthy existence. At least from my humble beginnings. Remember as a sprout having celestial visions of Wovoka, the Paiute Medicine Man of Wounded Knee fame,  hovering the church, Ghost Dancing between heaven and earth. It was a long drive from L.A., I was 22 and shitfaced passed out! But the dream was real!? Mostly flatlanders and hillfolk alike recognize the Green Church as a landmark on the 395 of religious symmetry. Was it for J.C. and his Rock n' Roll Disciples? Virgin Mary and her Six White Horses? Angel of Death??? Did people ever actually pray at this house of GOD? Why does the cross glow into a fragmented nights cape? In one direction the Glass Mountains another the Sierra Nevada and in another The Whites. Do Angels and Devils fight for rights to the light switch? Because when its on, nobody's ever home??!! All good questions for another day. Guess we're just lucky having you GREEN CHURCH. Doing not much of anything…RW
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