Driving through the Heartland on my way to Anamosa.
I blow past a semi truck full of pigs.
Little pink snouts sticking through the grating. Reaching for air under a huge, shifting, Iowa sky.
NPR is telling me about IS, and what's happening with Greece, and the shooting in South Carolina. it's raining, then clear, alternately.
I've got a long drive ahead of me, still.
I've been looking forward to seeing some good friends I haven't seen in awhile.
Motorcycle rallies are a new experience for me.
A world I haven't experienced.
As an artist we all spend a lot of time observing.
Creating experiences that elicit a response.
I remember telling somebody the racism as we knew it was dead. Perhaps.
Or, it is very possible it's been replaced with a much more radical, isolationist version of the same thing.
Yeah, I don't get pushed to the back of the restaurant.
Yeah, I can get a taxi.
I absolutely can buy a house in the neighborhood i want.
Will I get stopped driving across this great state of Illinois, "DWB"?
Can I go to a movie?
Is the water safe?
I might have a great credit rating but if I get stopped by the side of the road will they do right?
I feel secure cuz I have a nice house. A late model car.
But, when somebody can come into a place of refuge just start blasting people, just what the F is up?
Does that even matter. "It's the Nature of Things", right?
"Life isn't fair, but it's even"
Words fill the car so I almost can't breathe.
I open the windows.
I change the station.
I breathe the air. Under a huge, shifting Iowa sky.
On my way to see good friends I haven't seen in a while.
