Well after a enjoyable day in Plains, I motored down the road to Americus Georgia, and a camp at the KOA Brickyard Plantation Golf Course and campground.
Now the business/ land has been in the same family since pre
civil war. The place gets its name Brickyard because when they were building the
golf course, they uncovered the kilns that were used for making the bricks that
are the main clubhouse.
You can’t drive in these southern states and not think about
the people that were murdered, tortured, starved, kept in chains, lynched, denied
basic human rights, and had their children taken from them, but nowhere in the
Brickyard Plantation website or literature does it mention the people that were
making the bricks. Slaves were making the bricks, at Brickyard Plantation, and they
deserve recognition and should never be forgotten.
He led me to a grassy site, with what looked like little ant hills all around. I asked him about this, and he said they were not ants just some other harmless bug. Thanks, I said
I got all connected, went for a walk. Went in and out
several times, and when I was getting ready for bed, I noticed on the inside
windscreen about 70 or so tiny little flying bugs that were about the size of a
coffee ground all flittering around my window.
The little bugs didn’t seem to be bothering anything and I couldn’t think of any way to eliminate them, so I went to bed. In the morning, I got the van ready for the road, and headed out.
Now at first, I didn’t see any little bugs. I thought they
must have perished of the night, and I was more concerned about heading southeast
with a dirty windscreen. Its pretty hard to find a decent long handle squeegee
even at a Loves truck stop in the south.
After a while the little coffee grounds with wings appeared
and were all skittering around the windscreen and making me think harder about
a way to rid myself of these annoying hitch hikers.
Finally, I had an idea. I have a vacuum. I’m going to stop get the vacuum and suck those little buggers to oblivion.
Well, the little bugs were tough, and it wasn’t long until
they had escaped the vacuum and found the windscreen again. Drat I thought if
only I had kept the vacuum where I could reach it.
At the next pull out I grabbed that sucker, sucked up all
the bugs again, only this time I put the machine between the seats. The next
time those coffee grounds with wings found their way out I was prepared.
Their numbers were diminishing with every escape and pass of
the vacuum, but they were still pesky. Finally in a larger town, with a Lowes’s
Indoor Lumber Yard. I pulled in their carpark and did a major sweep for the
bugs. Confident I got them all I opened the door exited the van and emptied the
vacuum of the bugs, okay there was some other dust in there but nothing that
would be unacceptable if dropped in a Lowes carpark in Podunk Georgia
I ventured on without the bugs. Well without as many of them
as a few survivors of multiple sucking’s survived, but they were weakened, and
I easily extinguished them against my side window.
Driving these bike roads there are a lot of tiny little towns, all without public libraries, and NPR stations but plenty of churches. A lot of these churches have wayside pulpits with messages.
There were so many of these, Jesus Loves You. Ask Jesus for help. that I started changing them in my head, and if I had the letters, I might have really done it and changed, Jesus to Big Foot. Changing Jesus to Big Foot, made for a much more entertaining drive, cuz now I was looking for these pulpits, and cars.
Big Foot is not as popular here in the south but with some marketing, and teaming up with Jesus, they could convert all these churches into libraries, and public radio stations. Give flox, and jimmy swaggart, some competition. They could get some books by Dawkins & Hitchens, and teach people to read, learn them not to reject science, and facts, and how to un-stich their Klan hoods and make them into bookmarks, so they wouldn’t lose their place again.
I call them faux news.
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