I’m trying to coax receptionist Dianna, according to her
small nametag I can barely see as I’ve once again lost my glasses, the large
white extremely polite southern graciousness oozing with every syllable, to
answer my ‘are you great yet’ query. We are sitting in the entry room of the
eye doctor which also doubles as an eyeglass frame display room, her behind the
small desk and me and another customer occupying the wooden armed upholstered
chairs across from her.
The other customer, a tall broad caramel coffee Black man
with a shaved head and small rectangular metal-framed glasses sliding down is
nose as we chat, waiting for the receptionist to get off the phone, has already
expressed his disgust and fears concerning tRump.
I’m not sure if Dianna has heard but when she questions
me as to why I’m traveling I think maybe she hasn’t heard so I explain my
activist status and how I’m wanting to know what the common, everyday (tRump
supporter understood) folks think about whether we’re getting great or not.
Twice I interject this question and twice she turns the
discussion to a lengthy boring diatribe about her hatred of traveling by car –
which she’s done very infrequently – and by plane – which she’s done once and
I finally give up, fearing that my podcast will never get
off the ground.
Later I park at the YMCA so I can exercise and swim. When
I get inside and to the workout room full of weights and machines, I see the
entire 4 or 5 rows of 25 or 30 machines each line up facing the wall-to-wall windows
and the back of my truck! I couldn’t have picked a better parking spot if I’d
scoped out the joint and planned it! As I run, I watch people drive or walk
over, pull out cameras, and examine each side, mostly smiling and snapping
When I leave the Y, I see two things left on the
windshield: a small bumper sticker about releasing Marius and all prisoners
which I immediately stick on the back bummer appreciating that unlike Bob from
Flagstaff, they didn’t just arbitrarily slap it on my truck, and a note
scribbled on a random piece of raggedly cardboard thanking me and giving me
love and solidarity!
Later I hang out a Greenleaf, a grocery store that at
first I was excited was not a Whole Foods but later found out Whole Foods
actually owns it but never changed the name….hmmmmm. I’m blogging on the
outside picnic tables and keeping an eye on my truck which is probably parked 2
or 300 feet away. I have so much fun watching the folks here, sometimes taking
selfies at one side or the other, sometimes taking group photos under the
“Womyn ARE the Wall” side, or just as often taking singular shots and maybe
instagramming or whatever they do now to spread the word!
Once again, my truck works for me while I’m off doing
something else! Plus I do not get one fuck you the whole time I'm driving around Asheville! Like Atlanta and Berkeley!