Pot of Gold

It was by far the strangest and most wondrous rainbow experience I’ve ever had. Driving east on I-90 near Vantage, WA, this rainbow appeared, a full rainbow spanning the freeway like some sort of theme park gimmick. Soon after I took this picture, I drove right into it. The rainbow’s end literally hovered just above the dented hood of my crappy car for a long moment and then it was behind me.


  1. Matthew Lickona says

    Don’t you mean Potter of gold? And yes, it is a metaphysical certainty that you related this story to your dear wife along with the assurance that you were the fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Shameless, old man. Shameless.

  2. So what’s it like to live through a Pynchon novel?


  3. Nice. And not just a full rainbow, but a double rainbow. I especially like, “spanning the freeway like some sort of theme park gimmick.”

    • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

      I crave the blue and the gray of it, the white and the black,
      and the burst of color at sunset, the rainbow
      and the double rainbow and the faint hint of a possible rainbow

      Jonathan Potter, ‘The Sky’ (excerpt), from House of Words (Korrektiv Press, 2010)

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