"Is it too much to ask?
I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back.
Food to fill me up.
And warm clothes and all that stuff.
Shouldn't I have this?
Shouldn't I have this?"
- Mary-Chapin Carpenter
The American Dream Book Tour & Protest Across the USA
SUPER 8, INDIANA, USA - KGB.
A fantasy football team.
Killer Giant Ballerinas.
I am in Indiana, drove today from Cleveland to Bloomington's Boxcar Books, now headed toward Pittsburgh.
Yesterday I was a guest of the Cleveland Drinking Liberally group at Sullivan's Irish Pub on Madison Avenue.
I met Frederica and Dan, parents of Leonardo, eleven months old today [Monday]. Leonardo was born in Italy and has been in this country for two weeks. She is a doctor, he a "computer geek."
As we slowly make our way out of the bar, on the fancy wood flooring, past the cheering staff of Sullivan's Pub, Frederica and Dan point out to me things about Italy and the United States and democracy and stuff that make me think.
How do I find I-70? Is that east? That west? Is this my nose? My ass?
Yeah-yeah, says Dan.
I love that yeah-yeah. I started hearing it out this way. I'm going to keep listening for it.
The day before, I met with a Drinking Liberally group in a very northern suburb of Detroit, Ortonville.
I stayed with Ron and Nancy Wasczenski.
Well, I pulled up, into the long drive, the woods, the very nice house, with equestrian barn things around, affluence.
I want a comfortable bed that won't hurt my back.
Food to fill me up.
And warm clothes and all that stuff.
Shouldn't I have this?
Shouldn't I have this?"
- Mary-Chapin Carpenter
The American Dream Book Tour & Protest Across the USA
SUPER 8, INDIANA, USA - KGB.
Killer Giant Ballerinas.
I am in Indiana, drove today from Cleveland to Bloomington's Boxcar Books, now headed toward Pittsburgh.
Yesterday I was a guest of the Cleveland Drinking Liberally group at Sullivan's Irish Pub on Madison Avenue.
I met Frederica and Dan, parents of Leonardo, eleven months old today [Monday]. Leonardo was born in Italy and has been in this country for two weeks. She is a doctor, he a "computer geek."
As we slowly make our way out of the bar, on the fancy wood flooring, past the cheering staff of Sullivan's Pub, Frederica and Dan point out to me things about Italy and the United States and democracy and stuff that make me think.
How do I find I-70? Is that east? That west? Is this my nose? My ass?
Yeah-yeah, says Dan.
I love that yeah-yeah. I started hearing it out this way. I'm going to keep listening for it.
The day before, I met with a Drinking Liberally group in a very northern suburb of Detroit, Ortonville.
I stayed with Ron and Nancy Wasczenski.
Well, I pulled up, into the long drive, the woods, the very nice house, with equestrian barn things around, affluence.
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