Espresso, Violence, and North Platte - to be continued

The library is closed in North Platte for the summer - ufb - so I am forced to find free wireless at the downtown espresso slash 'antique' shop.

It is huge, comfy if you like to be surrounded by reminders of our exploitation of the world's people. I am hurrying to do my internet work - I've parked right out front.

An old white man comes barreling in shouting "someone oughta bomb that truck out there". He's heading to a table with a pair of equally old white folks, a male and female. She is silent, he starts chuckling in agreement.




Later, as I'm walking outside to leave, I hear yet another old white woman say to the street she wishes she had a can of spray paint.

I tell her what an improvement she is, I think, for the last fellow wanted to bomb the truck.