This town is totally pleasant. Row houses everywhere, socioeconomic difference exemplified by the relative newness of the layers of paint on the bricks and the trimmings. Two big perpendicular streets and attendent skinnier streets.
We stayed last night on the outskirts of town with two great old-school peace types. The fella works for the Harley Davidson factory (union-shop boss, too). She's a full-time volunteer for various political causes, including but not limited to: anti-death penalty (see: troyanthonydavis.org), immigration law and recommendation, peace activism, anti-racism.
She also thought it was good to drink American wine, and had worm composting in her kitchen. She was fine with coming home at eleven at night to find an extra person in her kitchen, and let me spend the night in her basement (2nd basement in two days).
We are registering african american voters on this drive, and one of the better stories was from one of our canvassers (a guy who, according to my director, at the tender age of twenty has his fourth kid on the way by the third mom). He said that when he went in to his former school, it was cool how the teachers looked at him with respect for the first time for the work he was doing.
Little moments...
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