I took a breather, got some work done, ended another school year, hit the road, changed chapters. 2020 continues to tumble us like we were Pleistocene river gravel in a lapidary drum. We ping around the side walls, make a lot of noise. I have launched my epic road trip - big Western Loop for the next five weeks or so. It appears that COVID is raging as a pandemic more than ever, the push for social evolution away from our racist roots is determined to make a crater in the status quo and the Trump regime continues to astonish and divide us. I will keep to the edges as I go. I knew before I left where my first stop would be. Upon arrival to Judyth's, I walked onto her porch, knocked and when she came to the door, I asked, "How shall we meet?" My hands were already prayerful at my heart. Wordless, she flowed out, wrapping her arms around my waist, mine took their cue, enveloping her shoulders. The reunion moment was a tall glass of water. I had carried more worry than
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