The next day, after re-running the gauntlet, dropping off the car and stopping by for lunch and a private interview with Signe, we were off to Norfolk (pronounced, I learned, NOR-fk). All went well until we turned off I-85 onto Virginia Highway 58, where we were obliged to cool our heels on the off ramp for about 20 minutes until a Big Black Bus and Barack passed by. Then we followed him some miles as he headed for another speaking engagement. All along the way, in driveways, at intersections and everywhere a car could be parked, there were people, virtually all black people shepherded by state troopers, county deputies and random emergency vehicles, waiting just to see the bus pass by. I love it that we live in a country where a black man can, albeit with some difficulty, gain the office of the presidency. And he said something out there on the trail that I heard because I watched the local news. He said, “I’m not the Democratic President or the Republican President. I’m the President.” Amen to that. Don’cha wish these craven dogs that line the congress could remember for a minute that they are there to serve the will of all the people, not just their cronies and the bagmen that provide their corporate lucre? Well, don’t get me started. But I was highly amused to be repeatedly inconvenienced by the Presidential convoy. If I’m gonna be held up, it’s my privilege. He’s my guy.
-M
just wish I could “like” this more than once
Once is good. We appreciate you.
Thanks for sharing… enjoying this part of the trip! 😉
Thanks, Doc. Stay tuned. There’s more to come.
AMEN!! — Sounds like it’s being a good trip, in diverse ways. Travel safe 🙂
Thanks, Marcy. Getting that book in record time was a great help. The story continues to unfold.
Thanks for sharing this. What an adventure this was – I am really enjoying reading all your posts.
Thanks. Wish I was able to be more timely with them. I bounce from one thing to the next without attending to important details sometimes. Bear with me. there’s more to come.
Yep.