Today is Day 372 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are great, wrapping up the tenth day of our “shakedown cruise.”
You haven’t seen much political commentary on Ubi Libertas Blog since we’ve been on the road. I’m sure that’s disappointing if it’s why you’re here, but my primary focus is elsewhere right now.
Make no mistake, I continue to remain aware of troubling developments in Washington, at the southern border and in cities across this country. In our travels, Deb and I actually have had conversations on those very subjects with like-minded fellow Americans crossing our path.
They just haven’t found their way into this blog. Not yet.
I have to say that our interactions with true Americans over the last ten days have raised my spirits. We’re in the American South. We’re moving through the midst of the American RVing community. Liberty is honored. The spirit of resistance is alive. The patriotism is strong.
I’m encouraged. I thought you should know that.
When I raised the flag over Ernie this clear spring morning, temperatures were in the mid-30s. By mid-afternoon we were enjoying the high 70s. A day like this is a particular gift, and we basked in it — in our own way, of course.
I can’t remember the last time I took public transit. I dunno, maybe when I lived in the Northeast. For the last 20-plus years the life I’ve lived just hasn’t required it. But this morning we boarded a “trolley” (a bus, really) and headed into town.
We’re not using Ernie to tow a second vehicle — known in the community as a “toad,” by the way — so it was either the trolley or one of those trendy ride services. And the trolley cost us only a buck apiece each way.
Landing at a cluster of small shops, mostly artisans, we made our way through the marketplace at a leisurely pace. We picked up a few small items that pleased us. Midday we savored an old-fashioned country meal and the southern hospitality that went along with it.
For me, the coolest moment was walking into a pottery and choosing a unique handmade stoneware mug for my morning coffee. By my reckoning it was 46 years ago that I walked through that same door and left with an ornamental urn which today sits on a shelf above my desk at Second Chance Ranch.
Full circle. There’s a lot of that happening these days. There will be more.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath