Where I am RIGHT NOW (part 2)

(Sorry -- itchy trigger finger)

So we sat on her porch while it poured rain and talked -- mostly about
her recent troubles, which were very real. As in, the sudden death
last fall, out of the blue, of her 39-year-old son, which followed her
husband's death about 3 years before. And now it's just her and her
daughter, living in a breaking down house by the side of a highway.

The sky cleared and I left. But soon the clouds gathered again, and
it started to rain -- hard. I noticed a large low bldg on the side of
the road with a big overhang, and took shelter. Turned out the odd-
looking and odd-behaving people were the residents of the place -- a
long-term care facility for the mentally ill. "what's your name?"
"where you from?" "you ever been here before?" One lady said, after I
told her I was biking to Oregon, "well let me ask you (looooong pause)
what you want to bike to Oregon for?" The crazy people and the sane
all ask the same question!

(Sent from my iPhone)