Friday, July 8, 2016
We’re at Winter Wood, helping out during two very busy days for The Juniper Spoon. Early this morning a big truck pulled into the drive by TJS kitchen.
“Am I at the right place?” asked the driver. How in the world did you find your way here. This is the end of the trail, I responded. “GPS.”
We hauled the large tub of chicken into the cooler. “How can you be so pleasant and upbeat?” I asked him.
“In this world of trouble …” he began and paused. I said immediately that I grieved the deaths from cops shooting blacks and we got into a discussion, largely about the ongoing dentures-old prejudice in this country.
I helped him maneuver his large truck back onto the stone road and he was on his way.
I grieve these deaths. I sorrow over our racial divide.