Brrrrrrr

I decide to take one of my favorite detours and head north and then east through stunningly beautiful upstate south and western New York, which appears to be predominately populated with Indigenous peoples, and where last time I came through, I had soooooo many positives and heard lots of news coverage of an anti-war march. This time I saw

Glad to be another american womon for peace!

Indiana the yeas to nays are 8 to 1 – and not one fuck you! But the amerikkkan flags are still sooooo outta control. They’re everywhere from license plates to back windows of pick-up trucks to mail boxes and billboards and random poles with flags as big as two story farm houses snapping in the Indiana sun. I pull into a toll booth where each booth has

A little Chicago police appreciate – for me!

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

The right to decide…

I’ve made it to Madison just a little later than I agreed. As I approach the house I’m delivering a load to, I see their huge american flag waving proudly out front. Then I notice the anti-abortion, anti-choice bumper sticker on one of the brothers’ cars. I was pre-warned by my customer that

Democracy too hard for you to handle?

At yet another rest stop, this time bordering the mighty Mississippi, a tall, skinny white male truck driver, probably in his 40’s, with an ugly scowling face, approached my truck as I sat in the driver’s seat reviewing a map – yes a real paper map. “I happen to like bush” he declared in a loud and hostile

Stopping at a rest stop, an interracial lesbian couple

Happiness is WHAT? And for WHOM???

In Nebraska, I count 11 yeahs to 3 no’s and 2 f.u.’s!!! One of the f.u.’s, a new red suv, sports a bumper sticker that I ignore “happiness is a r

The ‘next war’…

I stop in Lincoln because it is the Berkeley of Nebraska supposedly – and because I’m hoping to track down my sweet coming out lover! I don’t find her but I do find a copy mat I spotted while driving around, as I’ve run out of ‘pink slip bush’ flyers. While I’m waiting at the counter, a younger white womon smiles at me and says she likes my truck but she’s worried that bush will get re-elected. I remind her that he wasn’t elected

Dr. Ms. Girl Power…

In Evanstan, Illinois, I stopped at the library to check email. Libraries are the next best thing about our country, after national parks! Emerging from the library into the parking lot, I noticed a note on my truck which said: “Dr. Ms. Girl Power – Nothing about your message sounds peaceful. Its ‘in your face’ ugly hatred.”

Missed opportunity…

I’ve made it to Wyoming! A carload of uniformed white army boys with scalps so recently shaved they gleamed hairless as a bent elbow, made valiant peace symbols out all four of their windows as they passed me loudly honking and hooting!!! I stopped in Laramie for the night to join one of my customers who is driving her car cross country. Pulling my truck up to a hotel office is always a little apprehensive:

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