I’m sitting around in my knickers waiting to go out on an epic quest to see the city Mister Rogers called home.
During the layover in Chicago I texted various people to let them know I was back in the states and headed to Pennsylvania. Jody replied Pittsburgh? Awesome! I love Pittsburgh!
I was mildly baffled and asked Have you been there?
He answered Of course! I used to work for the AFL-CIO!
Oh yeah – I always forget. Since he is a man of leisure now it is hard to imagine but he was once a union operative… and very good at disrupting shareholder meetings, I am sure!
I asked for tips on things to do in the city and he replied Walk the picket line?
I pointed out that it is too cold and he answered Beat up scabs to stay warm!
Hmm. I think that I will go ride the funicular instead!
When informed of my geographic location Mark Mitchell imperiously demanded my presence in Seattle. Oh, if only I could go! It often feels like my heart has been cut up in little pieces and deposited in bloody parcels all over the world.
I would not trade my peripatetic and erratic travels for a false sense of stability – or anything else. These years on the road have been the most difficult, confusing, strange, enchanting, and amazing – out of a whole lifetime of adventure. After all, would I have met these people if I had just remained quietly at home?