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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want all to thrive in

Thursday, January 11, 2018

"you and ....your huuuusband"????? Really?

I'm taking my sunset walk around the pond & campground when a middle aged white man approaches in a huge dually pick up truck, the kind that tend 2 try 2 run me off the road. But I'm far from my truck & I don't think he's read my "death to racism" shirt or my "are u great yet" cap. & I'm the only person he can just lean out his truck & talk 2.

No, he wants 2 know about camping here. He explains in that Florida drawl that he's about a half hour from here & was checking it out because he thought he'd just hook up the trailer & come camping 2moro. A not-so-much younger silent white womon materializes from the shadows of the passenger seat, long chestnut hair hanging over alert blue eyes & a smile that grows broader as we speak.

He wants 2 know how come the campground is so full. I look around at all the empty spaces & point them out to him but he sadly shakes his head & says he has 2 have electricity & water. All those sites are full.

He wants 2 know if I'm from Florida or Georgia. To his astonishment I say California. That's when he marvels & says "So you & your husband just...."

Of course he doesn't get 2 finish because it's time my incredulity"Husband" I snort. "What would i ever need a husband for?" My snort is echoed from the passenger seat as his astonishment grows exponentially larger.

"You..you...you mean you really drove here without a husband?" He still doesn't get it but his womon companion is now openly laughing - at him.

I tell him I drive around the whole country.. "What, by yourself?". He's gaping now with a little spittle dripping off the left corner of his mouth.

"Sometimes alone" I nod solemnly & then I lie (after all he's not going 2 get an electric campsite & he's incapable of being here without electricity!) "But most of the time with my wife!"

His companion actually hoots, leans over him & the steering wheel & slaps me a high 5 as we silly grin each other. Maybe she's his sister...