The sun was setting low in the sky, the striated clouds turning dark red, then dissolving into a purple blue before the sun dropped into the ocean. That was the mountain range, orange rays sparkling up into the sky like the aftereffects of ground fireworks. Jordan continued to stare as the darkening sky began to twinkle with the evening’s first stars. She felt the lump in her throat she always felt at such times, or was it something else? She shook her head from side to side to clear her mind from such treacle and fluff, as her mother liked to say, Well, her mother is no longer able to throw a wrench into her thoughts or plans. Her mother always meant well but wanted to lead the way, always the drum majorette. Jordan looked up at the sky, searching for the sliver of moon. It should be there somewhere, but she gave up and walked to her car.
Now she’s back on the road, driving due east along the straight road. She could probably close her eyes, and be able to stay on the road for miles. She smiled, remembering her father’s complaining that it was impossible to drive a hundred miles on these roads without drifting off to sleep. She didn’t plan to drive that far, for her destination was a little more than a half hour away if she kept up her speed. She wasn’t sure what reception she would find when she arrived or what she would say. Some deeply buried compulsion called her to this place, at this time, in what she thought of as her existential crisis.
Jordan entered Prairie Dog Junction, stopped at the town’s one stoplight, then turned right onto Lonesome Ghost Road. She parked in front of the small stucco clad dwelling with its decorative cactus waving a welcome. Home sweet home, she thought, if she lived here, but the house belonged to her friend, Jose DeMarco, actually it was parents’ house. Jose watched through his window for her car lights to illuminate the darkness. Jose’s Latino first name and Italian last name, reflected his mixed heritage. Jordan thought of Jose as a boy even though they both had passed their twenty-fourth birthdays.
They had been the best of friends in their school days, going-to-the-movie friends, let’s-grab-a-burger-and-fries friends, let’s-study-for-the-algebra-exam, friends, and let’s-go-to-the-junior-prom-as-friends, friends. Jose didn’t know how to dance, so Jordan and he spent several evenings at her house having dance lessons, she leading and Jose trying to follow, somewhat hopelessly, he thought. They never did go to the prom; something or other came up.
They belonged to the crowd, as the popular kids group was called. They held places in the crowd until well into their senior year when Jordan extracted herself from the crowd, and from Jose as well. She carefully planned her next few years, including running away to college on the west coast. Breaking ties was easier for her than leaving with regrets and professing concern for those she left behind, including Jose. She told herself she wasn’t a cold and calculating person, just a realistic one. Well, she was calculating, but considered that an asset.
Jordan considered Prairie Dog Junction a dismal place. She thought it was butt ugly, hot, dry, and flat as a deflated pancake. It was boring and dirt poor. Those who graduated high school left for Phoenix or Denver if they had enough money to stake them for a while. Few went to college, mainly because of the cost and also because they had received a mediocre education at the consolidated high school. It was said that those who excelled at PDJHS, found themselves overwhelmed in basic introductory level college courses. Jordan had heard the stories and should have been weary, even afraid to go to UCLA, but Jordan being Jordan, had no fear and no self doubts. Her parents were proud she had gotten into such a prestigious school. They had been saving for this since the day they brought baby Jordan home from the airport, that glorious June day.
During her first year in the college dorm, Jordan sometimes wished she had not broken ties with Jose so abruptly. She wondered if he found a way to get out, and if not, what he did in Prairie Dog Junction?
The next three years flew by after Jordan moved into an apartment with two friends. She chose to major in television journalism with a communication minor. This was the time of her second serious relationship. She had dropped out of the dating rat race, content to know she had weekend dates lined up and ready to go. She let each relationship go for about six months before letting the guys know she would not be their lifetime love. She was a thoughtful girlfriend who found non-hurtful ways of breaking up while letting her guys think they could remain friends with vague prospects for the future.
Most people liked Jordan, for her outgoing personality, her dry humor, and her ability to listen and understand. She never gave advice and seldom took hints, knowing within herself that she knew what was right for her. She was modest about her talents and unusual looks, at once exotic, yet familiar, as if one had seen or known someone looking like her somewhere, even if in a magazine. Especially in a magazine. She had an androgynous look with a square jaw, sharp cheekbones, high forehead and especially her prominent nose, sweeping down to her unusually large lips, which she kept polished pink or red or burgundy. Her eyes were almond shaped, the color of her irises unclear. Her hair, dirty blonde with natural steaks, was cut short. She was tall and slim, with a fuller feminine figure than models in magazine ads. Some have mistook her for a transgender woman, especially when they heard her deep voice. Others wondered whether she had plastic surgery, especially because her skin seemed radiant, like from Botox. Strangers thought they had seen her picture but couldn’t remember where. People whispered about her. Sometimes this amused her while other times it caused her concern; at those times her self confidence was threatened just a little.
During her junior year Jordan interned part-time at the university television station. During her senior year, she interned at a Los Angeles television station, NBC Channel Four. She wanted a job with Channel Four upon graduating, keeping her eventual goal her secret. She would do anything she needed to get hired there. She was told she needed to work her way up, pay her dues; in other words, go to work in a smaller podunk market, and get some real experience. That’s how all the talent did it. That’s how Oprah did it. She knew that would be the response and she knew they were right, but it was still a blow to her sense of self, one she realized needed to be brought down to ground level, no more floating in the sky for Jordan, as she addressed herself with her inner commentator. She told herself to get real, that she was nothing special in this city of a thousand beautiful blondes with starlight in their eyes. She smiled at her ability to write script, especially script which was concise and to the point.
It’s not as if Jordan wasn’t aware of how she looked. People who look exceptional were always aware of that fact, although she was sometimes shocked to see such an unusual looking girl looking back from the mirror. Sometimes she felt like an alien. Maybe all adopted people did, She had that thought more than once. She had an image of her mind being composed of layers, like the colorful striated markings she saw on the canyon walls in National Parks. Well, maybe she was thinking of her memories, not her mind. She conjured a new structure, with her memories being stored in a vault, one piled on top of the other inside the container which was always opened just a crack. She admired her own visual analogies.
Jordan got her first paid job for a television station in San Jose. Upon entering the city and seeing the “Welcome to San Jose” sign, she quite unexpectedly thought of Jose DeMarco, the boy from way back when, who she would not let herself fall for, and thus never gave him any indication she might be anything but a friend. She was a manipulative bitch in high school, she thought, telling herself it was for his sake as well as for hers. She kept her eyes on the long term goal. She was unaware of other factors swimming around in her subconscious, which were drivers of her train as well.
Jordan was the only child of Georgette and Barton Silverfinch. Her parents were both public school principals, Georgette moved up from sixth grade teacher at Prairie Dog Elementary School to head honcho. Barton went from Vice, as he called himself, to Full Principal of the Mountain View Secondary School, the mountain view being imaginary, he would frequently quip to whomever was in his vicinity. Barton was known to be a jokester while his wife was known to be a straight arrow, always aimed for the middle of the target. Barton never realized most of his jokes went wide of the target, for he laughed at them all.
The Silverfinchs were unable to have children due to no one’s fault but Fate or whomever was in charge of such things. This was Barton thinking. Georgette blamed her mother, although she considered that a bizarre thought. They adopted their little girl from a couple in Des Moines, Iowa, who let it be known through a church grapevine that they were looking for the right couple to adopt a child, a couple living away from Iowa. After several telephone interviews, Georgette flew to Des Moines alone, her husband being involved in vital school board talks. She carried with her on her cell phone his short video introducing himself and his qualifications as the potential father to their child. The couple were impressed. Georgette came to understand that the couple’s daughter was in no position to keep her child, she being seventeen at the time and planning to become a doctor. The Silverfinchs were deemed most satisfactory and several months later, they both flew to Iowa and were introduced to their newborn daughter, after signing all the proper papers. They never met the future doctor.
Barton proved to be a devoted father, just the father Jordan needed to counter the effects of having Georgette for her mother. Georgette was an attentive mother from the start. Unfortunately her attentiveness came with the intense anxiety she had learned or inherited from her own mother and grandmother; it was a family thing. She was a micromanaging Principal and mother, all of the same cloth. She intensely loved her Baby Jordan, who quickly turned into a toddler, then a young child who tried desperately to act independent of help, setting up a lifetime series of battles between mother and her demanding girl. Jordan was demanding only in that she was intrigued by everything and everyone, wanting to do it all. On her own. Like a big girl. Like Daddy’s Girl.
There was another problem with young Jordan. She was an exceptionally attractive child whose looks commanded attention and comments wherever she went. Georgette found herself continually on the defensive when this was mentioned, usually stammering that Jordan was adopted, so she didn’t look like either parent.. For some reason, this caused the woman to feel shame. The most difficult time was when either set of grandparents visited, this bringing on the most intense feelings of letdown in Georgette which she recognized to be feelings of inadequacy.
Barton was intrigued with every quality of the little being who was his daughter. Sure she was pretty, maybe a little foreign looking (in a good way), he guessed, but her looks paled in light of every other aspect of her being (this was how Barton thought and talked). He rightly thought her highly intelligent, advanced developmentally, having a good attention span, having good motor skills and surprisingly, she was good with blocks and boy-like play as well as girlish interests. In other words, she was the perfect child, unhampered by either her father’s or her mother’s “stuff.” When she began talking she began conversing and even her mother was charmed, for she had dreamed of having a daughter to talk with.
During her childhood, Jordan was a social child, yet she did not appear to relate well with other girls. They thought she was stuck up, confusing her self confidence for arrogance. Boys on the other hand, flocked to her, not only charmed by her attractive looks but by her ability to make boys feel secure around her; she gave off vibes the boys picked up that they were likable. She was learning each day the wiley ways some females can mesmerize males.
After nine months working in San Jose, Jordan was offered a position in a San Francisco television station working on human interest stories. Although her goal was to be in front of the camera, Jordan accepted the position. She worked as story editor and production assistant meaning that she did whatever was needed. She learned all about producing interesting short videos. After eleven months, she wondered aloud at a production meeting if she might ever be considered to work in front of the camera. In private she was told by an associate producer that her looks worked against her, suggesting that the story might be lost while attention was drawn to her unusual appearance. This producer also suggested that Jordan would not have the charisma to work in front of a television camera. A nice way of saying she looked like a freak, she thought, as tears welled up behind her long lashes, the beginning of the self doubt that was to threaten her self esteem.
Jordan left the show a month later. She felt down, even depressed, and she knew she needed time to figure out the rest of her life, or at least, what she was going to do next. One thing she kept hearing was something her mother had told her after one of their altercations followed by she and her father going for one of their father-daughter drives. Her mother had said she needed to get over herself in order to find herself. A conundrum if she ever heard one. Yet it was posted on a billboard in her mind and now electric lights framed the perimeter. It made her think then and it did the same now.
Jordan spent several dismal months alone in her small studio apartment, ignoring calls from her friends, talking only to her parents, who called on Monday nights. They could tell she was not doing well, but had learned to refrain asking questions, waiting for their self-assured daughter to lead the conversation where she wished it to go. She had not been back to Prairie Dog Junction, although her parents had visited her each year at her college in Los Angeles, but not since that time.
Jordan seldom if ever acted on impulse, so she was surprised to find herself on the phone calling the old number she found on her telephone directory for Jose DeMarco. During the six seconds it took for her call to be answered, she decided twice to hang up and once told herself she was a pathetic loser who had a lot of gall to be calling Jose. Surely he would not be in Prairie Dog.
Jose saw her name on his phone and answered with: ”Hello, Jordan, I’ve been waiting for your call for nearly seven years, so you are right on time; how are you doing; I’m afraid to stop talking for fear you will hang up; ok, it’s your turn, except listen, I have learned to dance so thanks for the lessons.”
Jose was again living at home with his parents. “It’s a long story I will tell you when we meet.” Jordan planned to drive to Prairie Dog from San Francisco, making the trip in two days, being unclear what she had in mind or how seeing Jose could help, but somehow it felt like the right move. Something in a lower layer of her mind sent her a telegraph message saying she needed to go home, she needed to make amends. She needed to face her reality, that is, herself. She thought with her usual inner wit she should save the telegraph message for her scrapbook.
As she drove closer to her hometown, Jordan’s thoughts returned to a conversation she had had with her parents. She must have been about nine or ten, when out-of-the-blue she asked her mother why she had been given up for adoption. Her mother called her father to join her and they explained in just these words that there was a young woman who was going to have a baby but knew she could not take care of a child since she was in high school, so her parents found just the right people who would love her and raise her to be a happy girl. This brought on a lot of questions from Jordan, the most poignant she remembers being, “does she live nearby, and can I meet her now that she is way past done with high school?” Jordan did not remember any more of the conversation. She could tell her parents did not want to talk about this again and she decided to have her own conversations with her birth mother, writing out in her mind a complete scenario as if seeing it play out on a television show, a Hallmark show with a happy ending. Jordan could not know that these suppressed thoughts and unanswered questions would fester and swim around within the large pool of her unconscious for years to come.
Jose no longer looked like a boy but had an interesting man’s face, clean shaven for the most part, which placed emphasis upon the dark pointed goatee, an inverse triangle growing down from his lower lip. She had not noticed how full his lips were. He had a Spanish look or was it an Italian look, but certainly not a Prairie Dog Junction look. They gave each other a cursory hug and stepped back, each flushed, to look at the other. Jose’s heart pumped overtime and he willed himself to calm down while Jordan’s mind did a hopscotch of confusion. In sudden horror, she wondered what he would think of the freakiness she had grown into. They settled down on two easy chairs set facing each other. The chairs were covered with large red and pink flowers, which made her think of pom poms, her mind racing back to high school, then rushing back to how stiff she must look sitting on that pile of flowers she now realized were chrysanthemums.
They exchanged small talk, catching each other up to date. Jose had more to tell, skipping the part where Jordan broke his heart their senior year. He went to Arizona State for college which he enjoyed, finding a new passion in communications and social media as his major. He worked for the University television station, learning to operate the camera as well as learning how to work the complicated switchboard which manipulated the final product being televised. After graduating, he moved to Tucson to work for a TV station. He joined another Arizona State graduate in starting an internet show they called, “The Square Cube.” The channel at its height had 416 steady viewers. What the friends learned from this initial internet experience was that it was difficult acquiring viewers, no matter how good the material. They closed the channel a year later, and Jose was fired eighteen months after that. The TV station was sold and the new owner brought in some of his own staff, asking who would be considered the biggest pain in the butt from the original staff, and Jose was one of two men cited for their outspokenness which would not be appreciated at all by the new management. Oh and by the way, Jose announced to her, he was never married, not even close.
Jose came home for the same reason Jordan came home: to lick his wounds and figure out the next steps in his grand plan. He found it oddly satisfying being in his old room, having meals again with his doting parents, especially appreciating his mom’s excellence in cooking her family’s passed-down Mexican recipes, adding several Italian dishes taught to her by her mother-in-law. Once she attempted to combine the two culture’s cuisine in her own creation, which she threw away after tasting the completed dish. She explained this was why they were eating Domino’s for the first time. Now she understood the reason classical dishes lasted over the generations.
Jordan revealed what she had been doing the nearly seven years of her absence, emphasizing her embarrassment and dejection over having her long-hidden dream of being a television reporter or eventually an anchor, be exposed as a pipe dream. She did not mention her lack of charisma, considering it to be self-apparent. She was amazed at the similarities their lives had taken up to now. Jose’s fatal flaw was pointed out to be his outspokenness while hers was her weird looks. Jose wondered what was considered weird about this woman’s striking good looks and asked Jordan the exact words said to her which led to this conclusion. When she was through, he had two thoughts: one, that the producer was jealous of Jordan, and, two, that she thought Jordan’s looks would be the story, that she would become the star, not the overproduced stories presented as the entertainment. It would become the Jordan Silverfinch Show.
Something told Jordan not to believe Jose’s words while something else was inching its way to the surface of her mind, an old image from childhood. She remembered two sisters making fun of her for being Chinese or Indian but certainly not American. They ate dinner with the DeMarco parents, then Jordan called her parents, who were initially concerned with her calling on a Thursday. They ran outside and waited in front of their house for Jordan to drive up the driveway, and run from her car, into their outstretched arms, everyone crying tears of joy and fulfilled longing.
Jordan thought it was time for her to learn the truth of her adoption. Her parents told her all they knew, mainly about the pregnant young girl who wanted to be a doctor above anything else. Jordan thought she understood and maybe even empathized, thinking she would likely have made the same decision at that time in her life, figuring her real life had not yet begun. She told her parents she was grateful for their being her parents, saying this while looking her mother in the eyes, seeing her mother’s eyes tear up and feeling her own eyes moisten. She said to herself, actually posting it on her inner billboard, that she had not been a rejected child; that her birth mother had chosen to give her baby the best life she would want her to live. She felt grateful they chose the Principals, Silverfinch. She asked her mother to forgive her for being such a difficult child for her mother to raise. Her mother responded that she wished long ago she had gone to therapy to deal with her anxiety, adding that at least Jordan did not receive her mother’s family thing!
Jordan and Jose were inseparable for the following two weeks, during which time several things happened which Jordan thought needed to happen, no matter how embarrassing or uneasy she felt. They traveled all around the town which Jordan realized, had its own Old West type of appeal, especially the two block downtown lined on each side of the main street with one and two story wooden or stone-faced businesses and professional offices and several stores, one small post office, a gas station, and a souvenir shop selling western momentos to the tourists and travelers visiting the oddly named town. Jordan was surprised that anyone would want to visit. They reconnected with several members of the old highschool crowd and visited the highschool to check in with several of their teachers to thank them for their help which they were quick to point out proved essential in their university success. Jose studied with envy Jordan’s ability to make people feel appreciated.
At the end of the second week, both young adults had come up with a plan, a combined plan which would intertwine them with each other, although they were both slow to realize this likelihood. They would produce and direct and star in a new internet vlog which was a video blog, a new word to Jordan. It would explore interesting, mostly off-beat, weird or innovative people and their life stories, a vlog for which Jose thought he knew how to grow an audience. It would star Jordan as the host and interviewer, and be produced and directed by Jose. They would approach Jose’s old college friend, he of “The Square Cube” show, to join them. The new and innovative vlog would be called, “Life Stories You Simply Have Got To See!”
There were two quirky stories talked about in Prairie View Gap, either of which would make a good opening story for the new vlog. Jose knew of one story first hand, for one of his high school friends was a boy named Duggie whose family had been talked about his whole life. Duggie and his brother, Samuel, had a most unusual set of parents. Their father, Lucky Strikke, was a short man, a really short man of fifty-six inches in height while his mother, Gina Strikke, was seventy-one inches tall: he was four feet eight inches tall and she was five feet eleven. Both of the Strikkes met in high school and each played basketball. Gina was the girl’s team captain and a dominant scorer. Lucky, whose given name was Stanley, played guard and was considered a good ball handler and a player who could always be counted on to draw a foul. He averaged nine points a game, all from free throws he managed with high arching underhanded lobs. They became a couple after basketball season ended and neither could figure out what to do with their free time. They started out as study buddies, then began going around together, saying to each other it was just to garner startled reactions from the cowboy wannabes populating their small town. They liked each other from the start. It was Gina who doubted her likability, viewing herself as a freak, a tall and skinny freak. Lucky, being a popular boy from an early age, had few negative views of himself although he was the first to admit he was one unusual appearing guy when standing next to Gina. Two years after graduation they were both working at the local Ford truck agency, Lucky as a salesman-in-training and Gina working in the business office.
Lucky became a well known young man, considered as the town’s celebrity because of the combination of his outgoing friendly personality and his small stature, which was perfect in its proportions, quite muscular in fact, just really small for a man. In his custom made dress suits, shining his white-teeth smile, with a sparkle in his eyes, he was a can’t-miss as a salesman. Soon he was the top truck salesman, and then the only truck salesman. Everyone asked for Lucky.
The couple married and moved to a small ranchette outside of Prairie Dog Junction. Gina had two children and then settled in to take over the leadership role in several of the town’s most important clubs and organizations. She eventually became mayor, due she thought, to her husband’s popularity, but due actually to her overpowering presence which others found compelling. The couple were featured first in an article in an upstate newspaper, followed by being featured in “People Magazine” as a unique and influential All American couple, with Lucky becoming a spokesperson for a national Small People Association. They wore cowboy boots everywhere.
The second possibility, actually a sure thing, was a man named Dave Proximity who claimed to have been declared dead three different times and who had begun three trips to Heaven only to have to turn around and come back to his old life each time, much to his consternation. He had been written up in the weekly “Prairie Dog Doings” but he was his own publicist.
Dave spent most of his time hanging around the town barber shop called, “Cut Ups,” telling and retelling his close calls. He lived on the insurance income he was granted when the Ford truck he bought from his close personal friend, Lucky Strikke, malfunctioned in some mysterious way and seemed attracted to a large tree just off the road. The Ford Motor Company had great insurance. He remembers dying and climbing a ladder toward a bright light; then just before reaching the top, he was told by a loud pushy voice to stop and backtrack down the ladder which he said was quite difficult, especially with the two broken legs he produced as evidence he deserved a big payout. He had been pulled out of the overturned car which luckily sideswiped the beckoning tree and turned over on its passenger side. The teenaged Boy Scouts earned a whole slew of merit badges by pulling the unconscious man out of the upturned car after cutting through his tightened seat belt with a Boy Scout knife. At the same time they called 911 for help.
The second of Dave’s close calls occurred not too long afterward when he was out walking gingerly with the inflated boots he had just exchanged for his hard casts. He stepped into a prairie dog hole in his own front yard, and once again found himself climbing the golden ladder toward The Light, only to be picked up by old Mrs. Lardbothem, his first grade teacher and now his neighbor, who slowly walked him back into his house. He descended the ladder with each step he hobbled. The good thing for Dave was that he had another unlikely story to wow the haircut crowd. The bad thing, he thought, was that he had not experienced heaven.
Dave’s third even-closer call occurred in the ambulance ride home from having his legs put in hard casts once again, following his leg’s descent into the prairie dog hole. The ambulance driver, one Jackson Banes Disorder, high on an overdose of pot-infused Jelly Bellies, was driving past the Ford truck agency when he saw a bright new red truck calling out to him, and as it was becoming closer and closer to his field of vision, it was getting larger and larger until suddenly the ambulance hit the parked truck head on with a jolt. The patient lying down in the back was shot feet first against the back door, cracking the hard cast and breaking both ankles; then he fell sharply down to the floor where he hit his head, knocking him out. Thus Dave began another heavenly trip. At the same time Jackson Banes Disorder was starting a trip of his own as he too was knocked out, this time by the exploding airbag. He woke up dazed, not knowing if it was from the hit to his head or the Jelly Bellies. Meanwhile Dave had reached the top of the golden ladder and climbed aboard what looked like an old rusty barge which slowly rode an ill wind, all smelly and foggy, then stopped and backed up to let Dave slide off at the ladder which he dutifully descended, totally disgusted with the whole heaven thing.
Dave settled with the ambulance company and became an even richer man, and he bought a high end golf cart to get around town, for he could no longer walk without pain. He built a single level house and bought one of the last Segways to get around in his house. In his recreation room he had installed a majestic bar with two spigots coming out of two beer barrels and a wall of whiskey bottles. A wall-sized television was installed along with a large mirrored ball rotating down from the ceiling. The full sized pool table had a bright orange felt. Dave then made an open invitation to anyone who wanted to visit and share his bar. He became the second most popular man in town, the first being Lucky Strikke, who had sold everyone in town their Ford truck.
The stories of these local heroes became the initial two shows on “Life Stories You Simply Have Got To See,” and both went viral. The newly launched vlog was mentioned by several big city papers and, more importantly, by several internet influencers. And they were on their way!
Many of you have heard of the vlog which is available for viewing, and joining, on YouTube. Rave comments have praised the “high charisma and exotic beauty” of the host and the continuing fascination of the unusual people and their stories. A negative review panned the host for thinking she was so great just because she was born with the looks she accidentally was given by her parents, although this commentator did like Jordan’s deep voice which he found sexy. Another viewer who later paid to join up, suggested that they should interview real Americans such as Trump supporters or ministers who fought with the devil, or they should tell about the coming Rapture which everyone would be delighted to know was coming . This viewer was actually interviewed for the show and gave an insightful look into the mind of a typical American white man, presenting his views and conspiracies as being genuine, no matter what everyone else said. Jordan was able to help the man trace his views back to his closeness to his evangelist father and grandfather who harbored no disagreement or questioning and helped him prepare for The End. The man broke down at the end of the interview. Jose decided to cut that part out of the show.
After six months, their channel had over two million viewers, and a large percentage of them joined as Patreon members, another new term for Jordan, which referred to patrons pledging to pay for access to the vlog. Access in this case meant access to Jordan herself which became a huge driving force of the vlog’s explosive growth.
Jordan and Jose wanted to get married, but were fearful doing so might spook their success. They were picking up a conspiracy theory coming out of Holywood with its many celebrity couples’ marriages being in disarray. On the anniversary of their launching their vlog, they became married in Prairie Dog Junction. Of course the marriage ceremony and reception were shown on their channel, with special moments shared only to their paying supporters. The comments were mostly positive, with one disbelieving viewer insisting that the whole thing was a fake, for no one in his right mind would live in a place called Prairie Dog Junction and certainly no one would choose to get married there!
