state number 8, indiana...met an old bike mechanic along a bike path, he is currently unemployed and living in a church. speanding his days doing free bike work and workshops along the side of the bike path. he'd worked in bike and record shops his whole life, always saved up for and bought what he wanted, never used credit. was rear-ended by a drunk driver who had not license, much less insurance. he lost everything he owned dues to the medical expenses. what the fuck is wrong with our country? the memory of Bill will stay with me as i hope to see bike workers earn the wages they deserve and get some decent health care...terre haute indiana, life-long home of eugene debs was a real trip we hung out with some crazy dudes in a tattoo parlor that turned out to be real nice gave us pizza & a place to stay, but not a free tattoo...then on to bloomington where the weather has finally cooled down and the people have been nice...back in the hippy/hipster/activist bubble...more on bloomington once i've gotten a chance to get my bearings...we plan to stay here for a bit.
-jon
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Hi Jon!
Your passport arrived today, but no sign of a DIPLOMA yet!!!! Talk to you sometime.... Be safe and be wise.... Love, Mama
Hey! Hey you kids! I miss you! Also, do you need a place to stay in nashville? I can hook you up with friends... or parents.
love jean
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