I'm getting my things run off on bright pink paper. The side of my truck facing the shop is the codepink side. They are all wondering whose truck it is. I mention I'm glad we live in a democracy. They kinda agree and keep wondering. I have on my codepink: pink slip bush t-shirt. I kinda wave at them & tell them it is my truck. No, the big truck, they say. Yes, it is my truck.
Oh, you should go tell the police it is your truck, one nice white fellow recommends. I ask if people are not allowed to express their dissent in Oklahoma City without the police coming and checking them out. He nodds agreeably and explains that since the oklahoma bombing, police and everyone has been 'antsy'. I nodd agreeably also and ask if they think the truck is going to blow up the copy center. He informs me that the IRS building is about 1/2 block down from my truck.
Okay, so I go out to the police car, meet a very friendly white womon cop who smiles at me and says there is no problem. I tell her as I'm gesturing to the parking meter maid, 'he saw me park & go into the copy place'. He grumbled something as he re-mounted his little cart and drove off again as quickly as one can in those things! She waved and we wished each other a good day.
I decided to skip the library - it is a huge, modern, beautiful immense-looking place with absolutely no parking and too many unidentifiable (to me) large buildings around that could cause folks in o.c. too much undue stress, so I skipped the library, skipped the espresso (no soy milk - grrrrr) and headed out to the plains of ok and the pan handle of texas, to new mexico & arizona!!!! and then, yeah home!!! peace, sam