At 3pm, although our plan had been to meet here and they weren’t here, I wasn’t worried. I drove up to the William T and the Happy Hill trailheads to look. Alas, they weren’t there. I left a note. Nor did I hear from them at 5 or 7. But I had left a note. Surely they would be in touch soon. At 9pm, I had an uneasy feeling that something had gone awry…
When you’re poor, people treat you like you’re a second class citizen/human being.
What you eat is scrutinized.
Any money you spend on non-essentials is criticized.
If you own nice stuff, people think you’re lying, stupid, or should sell it all.
Your entire value of being is questioned.
Opinions of who you are as a person are formed.
Well, right back at you.
You have money?
You’re not poor?
You put a can of soup or beans in a food collection box?
Big fucking deal.
You condescend to consider The Poor.
How about appreciation for others?
Are those qualities a commodity measurable in money?
Some misguided rich assholes out there who donate to charities for tax write-offs,
have kids that put a couple boxes of macaroni and cheese in a hunger drive box,
drop off clothes they no longer wear at a Goodwill
are saying “Yes.”
They pat themselves on the back for enabling poverty.
They do nothing of any real value to address poverty’s root issues.
They think, “The Poor eating lobster or a porter house is unfair. To me.”
They think, “Poverty…that could never happen to me.”
Up at 7:30am prepping for a busy day. A little after 8am Gregory, Matthew, Ahni and I head to Kell’s to eat breakfast and watch Germany beat France. At 11am we head to our next item on the itinerary.
The Thorns versus the Red Stars with over 13K in attendance. Out of five women, a mohawked and a pink-dyed hair cheerleader lead the spirit chants through the women’s soccer match. A drum is beaten. Pink smoke and flags wave when the Thorns score their two goals. Cotton candy, soda, ice cream and cheese nachos are enjoyed.
We head to Cathy and Andrew’s, friends of Matthew, and have luckily only missed a few minutes of the first half of Brazil versus Columbia. We eat, we drink, we make merry until early evening.
At 4:30pm we roll into Boise Idaho to meet a friend I’ve known for 19 years but am meeting in person for the first time today. Greg and I meet Lane at Andrade’s at 5pm for drinks and an early dinner. Unfortunately my brain was fried from driving all day in the unairconditioned car so I wasn’t as energetic as I usually am. I guess this lower section of Idaho we’ve been driving is not indicative of all of the state. I was surprised that what we drove through was all high desert. Meeting Lane, who shares my same birth day (not my birth year), was wonderful and a real treat. I’m looking forward to when I can spend more time visiting!
A slow start to the day. Gregory and I kick it off with a visit to Whole Foods around 1pm followed by the US vs Belgium at the RAMP factory. Afterwards we head back to Salt Lake City.
What an adventure!