I have thoroughly enjoyed my time in Chicago, despite the cold, reconnecting with my old college friend who actually came out before I did, to my joy and chagrin! But now I’m leaving Chicago early the a.m., unable to convince my sistar to come with me to the March For Womxxn’s Lives in D.C., so I’ll continue alone.
Before I go, I take a brisk walk on Lake Michigan – the beautiful path running next to it, that is. From afar, I see several people stop, read my truck, smile, and walk on. A couple run to retrieve their cameras and return to take pictures.
As I return to my truck to load my things and get ready to pull out, several more neighbors come up to me. We talk about CodePINK, about getting rid of bush, about getting involved in changing our country. I head downtown to make my last Chicago delivery and pass a couple of Chicago city police – they both laugh and make a little wave, appreciating my ‘impeach bush and asscroft’ side of my truck!
Finally, I’m ready to continue toward the east coast, fighting my way down and across the horrible 90/80 traffic jam – but at least my messages get lots of exposure. To think, I used to drive in the wee hours of the night, having the whole highway and warm blanket of black sky and brilliant stars all to myself. Now I treasure rush hours!
Making it through Illinois, being very small, I notice at least 8 yeahs during the last 15 minutes and not one negative!
