Profile Response: Vanessa Everhart, Bennington KS

HWWLT Logo on yellowVanessa Everhart owns a library. Not just a collection of books that lines a wall in her living room, though her house is ripe with books. Vanessa owns the Bennington Community Library, a former Episcopal church she bought for one dollar when the sanctuary was deconsecrated and the 104-year-old building faced demolition. Anyone who wants to borrow books or videos can stop by four afternoons a week when the library is open to the community. Keep what you borrow as long as you like.

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The library has several thousand volumes, donations from the community and the Salina Public Library. Although the Bennington Community Library has some connections with other libraries, it accepts no public funding. “Once we start taking their money we will have to follow their rules. We’d have to have certain staff, follow certain hours, hold certain programs.” Vanessa is skeptical of formal credentials. Her mother worked in libraries most of her life but never got promoted because she lacked formal education. “I refuse to have a summer reading program. The word ‘reading’ scares kids away. We have summer activities at your library.” Vanessa isn’t concerned whether kids show up to read or not. If they hang around, eventually they will.

img_7419This summer’s program focused on acts of kindness that link our community. Vanessa invited people from all walks of life among the 650 residents of Bennington to visit the library and meet with children, talk about what they do, how they help others, and how others help them. The children created ‘chains of kindness,’ paper links hung all over the library. Vanessa’s objective is to make two miles of kindness chain; enough to literally circle the town of Bennington.

 

“It costs us $10,000 a year to stay open. Our only bills are utilities and insurance. We have no paid staff; volunteers do acquisitions, technology, and are available during open hours.”

In addition to forming the library, Vanessa is a member of the City Council. She also home schools three of her children (she has six total, two are gown and moved away, her youngest is eighteen months) and is a statewide advocate for local control of education. “We seem to change our online school program every year. I can’t find one that reflects the constitutionally fundamental values I want my children to have.”

How will we live tomorrow?

img_7421“How we live tomorrow is how we live today unless you consciously change it; as long as your values and standards don’t change. If your values and standards change with the wind, then you’re adrift.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 370 – Bentonville AR to Fayetteville AR

to-fayettevilleNovember 20, 2016 – Sunny, 50 degrees

Miles Today: 36

Miles to Date: 19,103

States to Date: 47

 img_8410Happiness is all about underplaying expectations. Thirty-six miles on a gorgeous day along the Razorback Greenway all the way to Fayetteville: what is not to love? Trail detours and construction all over Rogers that sent me spinning through Target and Cabela’s parking lots. By the time I recognized my frustration – and laughed at it – the detours ended. The last twenty miles through Springdale and into Fayetteville were every bit as lovely as my conceptions envisioned.

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img_8414A mini lending library and a bike – two of my favorite things in one!

Once I arrived at the hometown of the University of Arkansas, the day was all talk. I spent a lovely afternoon with Elysse Newman, recently appointed Head of the Department of Architecture at University of Arkansas, and her husband Michael Repovich, an architect working on the new Northwest Arkansas Children’s Hospital. Then I pedaled to my evening’s host, Hayden Sewall, for a fascinating discussion about Christianity that touched upon many of the perspectives of the 83,000 denominations worldwide that follow that religion.

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Hayden toured me through this nifty college town and took me to fountain that espouses peace in over 100 languages. We landed a streetside table at Tiny Tim’s Pizza for in-house brews, a tasty pizza, and a primo panorama of the holiday lights on Fayetteville’s square. Sorry Bentonville, Fayetteville’s lights are way snazzier.

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Profile Response: Allen Ungerer, Pueblo CO

HWWLT Logo on yellowIn his youth, Allen Ungerer had two close calls with death. At age twelve he contracted necrotizing fasciitis in his right leg. His shin is a twig, but the infection stopped and he didn’t have his leg amputated. Then in college he had a head-on collision on his motorcycle and fractured his C5 vertebrae. He escaped paralysis but not persistent pain.

After rehab, Allen lived a conventional life. He followed his father’s path as an insurance broker in Delaware. “It’s very lucrative for the amount of work involved.” He married a stay-at-home wife, had two daughters, and invested his renewal commissions in an annuity. A few years ago, when his children were grown, he divorced his wife. At age 47, he receives $1000 a week from the annuity, though he spends only a fraction of that amount. Allen lives a frugal life.

imagesDisentangled from his family, Allen spent ten months in 2012 living among the homeless in a tent along the riverbed of Ventura, CA. Since then he’s been seeking a place to homestead. “I want to be untraceable, untrackable. Right now I have that annuity that I have to draw down. When I get self-sufficient I will be able to disappear.”

Allen landed in Colorado a year ago, and has stayed, in large part, because it’s so easy to get cannabis. “I used to take six prescriptions. Now, I mange my pain through various mixes I grind myself. “ Allen rents a small house in Pueblo where he grows his six legally allowed marijuana plants indoors and is planning a sizable back yard garden. Allen stopped driving in 2013; he has a motor-assist bike to get around town. “I have everything I need within four blocks: a butcher, a 7-11, an ice cream store, a Family Dollar.”

imgresAllen has a complex belief system that he says is based in the Good Book. “The One World movement is dangerous. Too much power concentrated in one person. We’ll unify money first, then government. But it will never happen. I’m a Bible believer. I sit back and watch. 2068 is the date of the end of the earth as we know it. We will turn into our spiritual bodies. Jesus will return before the last person born during the founding of Israel (1948) dies. Before that, aliens will descend and we will accept them as our god. That’s when the End Times will begin.”

How will we live tomorrow?

screen-shot-2016-11-04-at-12-57-07-pm“For me, its simple: by the grace of God. That’s how I live every day. There were three times in my life when I should have been dead but a guardian angel intervened and here I am.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 369 – Rogers AR to Bentonville AR

to-rogersNovember 19, 2016 – Sunny, 50 degrees

Miles Today: 7

Miles to Date: 19,067

States to Date: 47

My day at Crystal Bridges, the Museum of American Art built by the Walton family. It is a lovely place with wonderful art, a great Frank Lloyd Wright House, an inviting cafe and welcoming research library where the staff was happy to let me spend a few hours writing.

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img_8394I don’t love the architecture: Moshe Safdie’s buildings are too idiosyncratic and arbitrarily curvy for my taste. But that matter of preference that does not diminish my admiration of the care instilled in this place. Crystal Bridges is well conceived and thoughtfully executed architecture: Every Day Low Prices transformed into high art.

I stayed with the Templeton family who live within walking distance of downtown Bentonville. We walked to the square to see the holiday light display, a scene straight out of a Frank Capra movie. Kurt joked, “Living in Bentonville is like being in The Truman Show.”

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Profile Response: Kerry Regan and Frank Bouchard, Manhattan, KS

HWWLT Logo on yellowSometimes you meet folks and you can’t stop talking. I arrived at Frank’s after six. We chatted about our times in Haiti, his world travels and work as an environmental monitor for NEON (National Environmental Observation Network, which will collect environmental data at dozens of locations throughout the US for the next thirty years). Kerry came home from teaching yoga about eight. She was a Bikram devotee for a time, and now teaches yoga to Parkinson’s patients as well as other non-traditional groups. Midnight seemed to strike only a few moments later. The next morning, Kerry stood in her running clothes, Frank in his work gear and me with my helmet on, still talking, as we needed to part. Franks’ last words, ”I wish we had more time for more stories.”

imgres-1Kerry and Frank live in Manhattan because it’s Frank’s first NEON assignment at the Konza Prairie Biological Research Station. They are hoping he will be transferred further west, to a place closer to mountains with a more varied yoga community. In the meantime, they travel most weekends to Colorado or Arkansas to kayak or hike. “We’ve kayaked the entire Kansas River, but its illegal to go in the tributaries. Kansas is all about private property. Federal law requires that all commercial waterways be open to the public. Kansas defines that as any river that was used for commerce when the state entered the Union. Every other river is completely private. Some owners string electric fences across the water to deter canoes.”

Kerry is unusual among athletes I’ve met in that she combines yoga, which promotes flexibility, with running, which tends to make people tight. She admits to being inflexible compared to most yoga teachers. “Yoga is the medium I use to avoid injury. Running is my meditation. I wish I could do yoga in a dark room where no one could see me. Once the ego gets involved, it isn’t yoga.”

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Frank’s an adventure traveler who likes to go to uncharted places with few plans beforehand. Kerry’s much more cautious, but reminds him, “I have these fears, but look at what you’ve gotten me to do.” The couple is planning a three-week trip to Patagonia in December. Frank is still working on getting Kerry to Haiti.

How will we live tomorrow?

img_7407“I read some of your blog, so my answer is contaminated by others. I hope people will work less. I’d like to see the standard of forty hours decreased.

“We need a spectrum of solutions and adaptation. My goal is to buffer our capacity to deal with change. I think millennials are more environmentally conscious. I embrace the idea that we are moving to the singularity. But you can’t get to the singularity without the environment. Having natural resources is an important hedge.” – Frank

“Science will prevail. I think it will fix global warming and rising tides. I’m optimistic about what science can do. I don’t worry about the Republicans coming around. They did with CFC’s; they will with global warming. GMO’s will prevail. There is no scientific evidence they are not safe. I think we’re going to need more energy, but it will be renewable. I think CRSPR is going to help the world. Medicine will get better. A lot of people will have to scale back our lives so others don’t live underwater. The best thing that will happen to people is that we use every last drop of fossil energy. Then we’ll get creative.

“I’m into Star Trek. Gene Rodenberry is always right.” – Kerry

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 368 – Bentonville AR to Rogers AR

to-rogersNovember 18, 2016 – Cloudy, 55 degrees

Miles Today: 7

Miles to Date: 19,060

States to Date: 47

Bentonville Arkansas is the 21st century company town, home of Wal-Mart, the world’s largest corporation. The numbers are staggering. More than 2.4 million ‘associates’ work at Wal-Mart: only China’s red army surpasses its workforce. The company has over 11,000 locations worldwide. Over 100 million Americans shop at 4600 Wal-Mart stores in our country, choosing from more than a million items for sale. If Wal-Mart were a nation, it’s GDP would rank 28th in the world.

img_8386All of that is run out of a town that, twenty years ago, had less than 10,000 people. No more. Now, Bentonville has 40,000 people, suburban sprawl and traffic. Neighboring Rogers is even larger. Northwest Arkansas is now referred to as a single region, the megalopolis of the Ozarks.

Three themes stream through my mind on my day in Bentonville, touring the Wal-Mart Museum, eating an undistinguished but low-priced lunch at a Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market, reading Sam Walton’s Entrepreneur’s Creed – straight out of Ayn Rand – in the food aisles, and meeting Wal-Mart people everywhere I go.

img_8380First, Bentonville mirrors perfectly the explosive growth of the last fifty years. Development crawls over the Arkansas hills without regard to terrain or ecology.

Second, the downtown core is beautifully preserved and lively. A few people commented on the irony that the company that destroyed so many downtowns has such a nice one. I don’t buy that. Sure the Walton’s have enough money to create whatever downtown they like. But they didn’t ruin the rest of them. We did. When we chose to shop at Wal-Mart. Sam Walton was a savvy guy in the right place at the right time. 1950’s America was keen to climb in its automobiles and leave its heritage behind. Every corporate and governmental program fueled the idea: Interstate highways, zoning, vertical integration, cheap gas. Sam did not create the economy-driven society.; he merely facilitated a nation quick to shed history, culture, and community in the quest for Every Day Low Prices.

img_8387Third, and most disconcerting to the architect in me, is how Wal-Mart’s low-cost mantra manifests the environment the company creates. Downtown is quaint, but the Wal-Mart ‘campus’ is a series of monochrome commercial strip buildings in a sea of parking partitioned into windowless offices and rudimentary workspaces. The message of Every Day Low Cost extends to the workplace. But we know these low cost workplaces, just like their low cost merchandise, have collateral costs that are not reckoned until tomorrow. It is not healthy for people to spend 25 to 30 percent of their lives, and most of their daylight hours, in an artificially controlled environment.

imgresI appreciate that Wal-Mart does not have a grand corporate headquarters and I understand the message of prudence their facilities convey. People here highlight Wal-Mart’s increased focus on sustainability, healthier products, and mandating a $10 minimum hourly wage as demonstration of the company’s corporate responsibility. Where Wal-Mart goes, the rest of America follows. I hope they will extend that to providing healthier work places. I am sure their Bentonville employees would appreciate it, and because Wal-Mart establishes the defacto standard of corporate behavior throughout the world, it would lead to healthier work places for others as well.

 

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Trip Log – Day 367 – Hulbert OK to Bentonville AR

to-bentonvilleNovember 16, 2016 – Sunny, 80 degrees

Miles Today: 84

Miles to Date: 19,053

States to Date: 47

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img_8363Exciting weather today, on the precipice of change. Still warm, but the strong south winds pushed me north, a last blast of summer. Last night’s hosts lived deep in the country; I pedaled twenty miles of gravel, narrow pavement, and creek level bridges before I reached a numbered highway. The beautiful country compensated for the hard riding.

img_8365Fifty miles in I reached Siloam Springs, totally spent. A Eureka Pizza refueled my legs and I arrived in Bentonville by 3:30 p.m.

I spent a great evening in this bike-friendly town with a Wal-Mart Sustainability Manager. Dinner outdoors alongside the main bike path included wood fired pizza from Pedaler’s Pub and craft beer at the Bike Rack Brewing Company.

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Trip Log – Day 366 – Tulsa OK to Hulbert OK

to-hulbertNovember 15, 2016 – Sunny, 80 degrees

Miles Today: 57

Miles to Date: 18,969

States to Date: 46

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img_8346The excitement of the new President-elect, my Seattle vacation, and achieving a full year of cycling has eclipsed reporting on some of the best cycling of my trip. For three days I’ve enjoyed perfect Indian summer weather; cool mornings, warm afternoons, gentle breezes, and variegated foliage just past peak that laid a crisp carpet along the side of the road. The air is pungent and heavy, as if I’m cycling through miles of fresh laundered sheets billowing on the line.

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I wear a baseball hat underneath my helmet to keep the sun off my forehead (sunscreen on your forehead sweats into your eyes and stings). Cycling is very hard on hats. I went through four before I found the perfect hat in Seattle last year – a durable camouflage model whose message complimented my spandex. img_8371I wore it for 12,000 miles, only to leave it behind when I returned to Seattle last week. I pedaled one day without a baseball hat while on the lookout for a suitable replacement, and got a wicked headache and sunburned brow as a result. I spotted a perfect replacement – a black McDonald’s visor – and inquired about buying one. Not available for purchase, but the manager gave me one. When I arrived at my host’s that night, he presented me with an official Surly cap “so you don’t have to wear that McDonald’s thing.” Within an hour I went from no hat to two. Such is the luck and life of a bicycle tourist.

 

 

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Profile Response: Margaret and Ashton Lambdie, Lawrence, K

HWWLT Logo on yellowAn evening with Margaret and Ashton Lambdie leaves me pondering the meaning of the term ‘traditional.’ By some definitions, the fellow Nebraskans who met at Hastings College, got married after graduation, and are active members of what Margaret calls the ‘good’ Baptist church in Lawrence (American Baptist versus Southern Baptist) are traditional. “Fifty, no seventy, years ago, you went to church because it’s what you ‘did.’ It was your social life. It represented the need to belong. That’s not important anymore. Nobody wants to commit to anything anymore.” Margaret and Ashton make traditional commitments, to each other and their community.

 

Yet they are a non-traditional couple. Margaret is pursuing a doctorate in flute performance from University of Kansas; Ashton works in a bike shop. Their future geography will be determined by Margaret’s career path, not his. “There are bike shops everywhere.”

img_7380In other ways, they are so traditional to be non-traditional from a 21st century perspective. They keep 50-pound bins of oats and flour in their tiny apartment. They bake all their own bread. Margaret knitted a sweater throughout our conversation; Ashton skeined her wool.

Aston bicycles in a different orbit than I do. I was impressed when he described finishing 100 to 200 mile races with upwards of 10,000 vertical feet or rise in five to seven hours. My jaw dropped when he told me the races are on gravel. He laughed and raised his thighs, swollen as watermelons. “I can’t screen-shot-2016-11-04-at-11-49-13-amget any pants that fit.” Ashton received the golden horseshoe award: the first person to complete the 200-mile Dirty Kanza race in under seven hours. “No one else will ever get that.” I asked how he keeps his energy up on these treks. “I drink maple syrup and I eat these.” He pulled out a giant bag of protein infused cookies Margaret bakes for him, No pre-packaged energy gels for this man.

The fact that Margaret and Ashton are married is important to them. “We know so many people who have taken every step – dated a long time, live together, even buy a house together, but they don’t get married.” It evolves from ‘what are you waiting for’ to ‘what are you afraid of.’”

screen-shot-2016-11-04-at-11-50-31-amYet their core commitment does not dilute the ‘opposites attract’ quality of their personalities. Margaret is serene, composed, careful in word and action. Ashton is a firecracker. “I love it when s*#t hits the proverbial fan. Global warming, overpopulation, our political situation – it’s all fascinating to me.” Margaret recoils at the idea. “I hate it when everything breaks. Everything that’s good strengthens me. System failure bothers me extraordinarily.”

Which brought us around to that morning’s sermon. Ecclesiastes. “To everything there is a season. Is that a warning or a call to live in the moment? You can read it either way. Or both.”

How will we live tomorrow?

img_7376“I bet it will be pretty similar to today, but I’ll work a little bit longer.” – Ashton

“We don’t know. We don’t get to know. We make plans but we don’t get to make them reality.” – Margaret

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Trip Log – Day 365 – Perkins OK to Tulsa OK

to-tulsaNovember 15, 2016 – Sunny, 75 degrees

Miles Today: 76

Miles to Date: 18,912

States to Date: 46

One year on the road. A full 365 days of bicycling and meeting strangers and asking people ‘How will we live tomorrow?’ I still have six weeks or so left to complete my 48-state objective, but I am in the red zone of my journey. Despite my desire to have the experience and then decide what to do with it, conclusions are beginning to coalesce, patterns are beginning to emerge.

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What have I learned over the past year?

I have learned that no matter how much a body does something, we can always get better. A year older and several broken bones later, I am a better cyclist: stronger, faster, more patient, more observant. Seven hundred plus blog posts later, I am also a better writer: clearer, quicker, more economical, more observant.

I have learned how to be a professional guest. I communicate with my hosts. I arrive on time, I don’t ask for anything yet accept what is offered. I clean up after myself. I leave on time. I leave a token of appreciation. I write a thank you. But mostly I listen. People everywhere are starving to be heard.

screen-shot-2016-11-16-at-12-37-41-pmI have learned to be grateful for the benign majority and the generous minority. I don’t let the twenty or thirty motorists who’ve heckled or hit me detract from the million or more vehicles that have passed me with respectful distance. So many more have slowed down than have revved past. Similarly, I pass thousands of souls hunkered behind garages and security systems. I believe they yearn for fellowship but fear has paralyzed them into isolation. So I appreciate all the more the tiny number of trusting folks who invite this stranger into their home for conversation and connection.

I’ve learned how to ask for people’s time, be appreciative when it’s offered and not upset when I’m ignored.

A year on the road is more than a list of lessons learned; it’s a litany of new fellowship. I count friends in every port, and they have a safe haven should they ever come to Boston. I’ve celebrated births and birthdays, anniversaries and graduations, and, I’ve also shared tragedy

I detoured my route to stay with Juanita Campbell in Pecan Island Louisiana because her warmshowers profile highlighted ‘smokers and drinkers here’. Juanita fired up a giant crab boil. I helped feed her chickens and load a sofa on her pick-up. I slept on a too-short futon with a half dozen dogs underfoot. Afterwards, I sent her a note every time Southern Louisiana flooded, which made us regular correspondents. Juanita died last week. I don’t know if she died of high water or charred lungs, the cause doesn’t matter. What matters is that I was privileged to meet this feisty lady of the bayou. She will long rest easy on my mind as an integral piece of our nation’s mosaic.

screen-shot-2016-11-16-at-12-38-32-pmAnd so I mark a year on the road with the bittersweet reality of life’s wondrous gift, a gift we embrace in our joys and savor in death.

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