Yesterday I was in Charlottsville, VA making my way north while stopping at a WiFi coffee shop to work on the Moon Mail. Today I woke up in Western Mass and there’s snow on the ground. I’m having breakfast at the Whately Diner with Born to be Wild blasting in my ear off the jutebox.
All this while trying to crank you out another Moon Mail. The journey began just above Miami, and each of the last three nights have grown progressively chillier. The bed in the van is warm enough (there’s still two more blankets in the chest I haven’t used yet), it’s just getting out of bed in the morning that’s the issue.
Baby it’s cold outside.
While driving through South Carolina, hunting out NPR stations where I could find them, I was surprised to hear this southern state proudly claim during one of it’s sixty second breaks that there wasn’t a single asylum city in the entire state, the implication being that they were law abiding citizens.
Having worked for NPR for twenty years in Amherst, MA, a town which flew a United Nations flag on their common while I lived there (Amherstites- Is it still there?), it was a little incongruous. That people wouldn’t want to help their fellow human beings in their time of need doesn’t make sense to me. Stories are beginning to surface of some of the horrors that are going on within the camps to the children who have been separated from their families. Rather that keeping crime out, they are breeding crime within, all in the name of national security.
It’s an amazing world we live in.
God bless the United States of America.
We’re going to need it.