Trip Log – Day 67 – Fort Collins, CO to Boulder, CO

Fort Collins to BoulderJuly 11, 2015 – Sunny, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 45

Miles to Date: 3,959

States to Date: 18

I slept in, took an easy leave, and headed south on U.S. 287, Main Street of the Front Range. Regardless what was on the side of the road, a quick glance to the right always revealed an amazing view gentle foothills, rugged mountains and snow capped peaks, topped with swirling cloud icing.

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IMG_2853I pedaled through Loveland, which had a Saturday festival and girl’s softball tournament in full swing. Then on to Longmont, where 287 turns into a charming, tree-lined shopping street. I stopped for a break at a Valero and met Sarah, the sweetest convenience store clerk ever. Then stopped at Simply Bulk to talk to the owner about tomorrow.

 

IMG_2873The last fifteen miles climbed up, up to the base of the foothills in Boulder. I arrived at Pearl Street about four and had time to absorb the street jugglers, daredevil skateboarders, and chubby men giving out free gay hugs next to silent Christian protestors. Grandparents pushed carriages, longhaired guys wore nothing but ragged shorts, middle class tourists licked ice cream, and all manner of casual strollers looked each other over. The constant din of an accordion player accompanied the passing conversations. The sun shined bright and then disappeared behind ever-dramatic clouds that threatened to deliver rain, and finally did with a thundercloud burst.

IMG_2879I pedaled in the downpour the few blocks to a CU fraternity house near campus, where my warmshowers host Alana is living for the summer. Her sixteen-person coop, Chrysalis, and another coop in town, Masala, have taken over a frat house while their own homes are being renovated. It proved a great place to engage in Boulder’s eclectic yet embracing ways.

 

 

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How will we live tomorrow? – Responses

How will we live tomorrow?

“Part of me wants to live in the world of Mad Max, but I just want to ride my bike and hang with my family.”

Evan O’Toole, Structural Engineer, Laramie, WY

How will we live tomorrow?

“I want a boyfriend with teeth and a job and a car.”

DaNae, Administrator at Nuclear Power Plant, St. Could, MN

How will we live tomorrow?

“We all have to get along. People, trees, grass. This is all we have.”

Byron Peterson, Humanist, Scottsbluff, NE

How will we live tomorrow?

“We will live tomorrow in a red jeep wrangler in Steamboat Springs, in a brown house with a red door. Alternating months I will go to my friend’s house in Taos in an earth ship. I’m going to work as a CSI person, live happily, and die in my sleep.”

Anna Lipker, age 15, Fort Collins, CO

How will we live tomorrow?

“I want to make something of myself, to become a pediatrician.”

Tamara White, American Youth Program saleswoman, Scottsbluff, NE

How will we live tomorrow?

“We have to create lifestyles that enable people to ride their bike.”

Travis Neidert, Subway store owner, Fort Collins, CO

How will we live tomorrow?

“That’s a pretty deep question. I want to respond to how we ‘should’ live: consciously, aware of others, aware of the environment. People buy so much more than we can use, then throw the rest away. We need to be live more consciously of all things.”

Devon Merrican, The Mixing Bowl, Gering NE

How will we live tomorrow?

“We are not going to live significantly different tomorrow than today. Same stuff.”

Bruce Becker, Accountant, Fort Collins, CO

How will we live tomorrow?

“Keep breathing, with joyful spirit.”

Linda Cardinal, Graduate student in nutrition, Laramie, WY

How will we live tomorrow?

“We are getting married on Saturday.”

Page and Brad, University of Wyoming Graduate Students, Laramie, WY

How will we live tomorrow?

“It’s a complex question. What is the time frame? What is the future? When I read it I asked myself, ‘Why is the question so big?’ I want to answer how we should live tomorrow. We can make the world better with more mindfulness, more consciousness. We are making smaller communities where people are pursuing local foods, local interests. Maybe we’ll all move into a leisure economy. Why should we all work?”

Camilla Kristensen, Scientist, Fort Collins, CO

How will we live tomorrow?

“I know how I’d like to live tomorrow, but I’m not sure how we will live tomorrow. Personally, we will live with more squirrels and rabbits. They are multiplying.”

Susan, extraordinary cook, St. Cloud, MN

How will we live tomorrow?

“I want to ride a double century. Maybe to Fergus Falls and back.”

John, Air Force veteran, electrician, cyclist, St. Cloud, MN

How will we live tomorrow?

“Better than today.

Phil Cardinal, cycling enthusiast, Laramie, WY

How will we live tomorrow?

“I am going to have one of those BMW cars with a fake grass lawn and salt water pool. I want to live in a penthouse. And I’m not going to have any kids because they are noisy.”

Alex Lipker, age 13, Fort Collins, CO

How will we live tomorrow?

“Tomorrow is going to come so you might as well prepare.”

Sarah, convenience store clerk, Longmont, CO

Last summer Sarah was homeless. She wound up in Boulder. “It is the most wonderful place on earth. Everyone is happy to see you and accept you.”

How will we live tomorrow?

“I don’t know. I am not the Creator. I am from Dallas. To make that projection would be to play god.”

Kenny Ivory, American Youth Program saleswoman, Scottsbluff, NE

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 66 – Laramie, WY to Fort Collins, CO

Laramie to Fort CollinsJuly 9, 2015 – Sunny, 80 degrees

Miles Today: 75

Miles to Date: 3,914

States to Date: 18

IMG_2822I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and was out of Laramie by 6:30. Already I can feel the days getting shorter, the morning was just getting underway as i headed south on U.S.287. But for the first time in Wyoming, the skies were clear!

 

 

Twenty-six miles in I crossed the state line, and – voila – the entire landscape changed; Wyoming’s stark majesty turned into Colorado’s layers of rocks and hills and mountains.

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I turned off the paved highway for a dirt stint to get to Haydn Christenson’s specialty farm north of Fort Collins. On the dirt path of Owl Canyon Trail I met Vicky Mortenson who told me local stories of Overland Stagecoaches and Butch Cassidy.

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IMG_2836I had hoped to get to Haydn’s by 1:00 p.m. but the push of the 2500-foot elevation drop from Laramie Fort Collins helped me cover 57 miles by 11:30 a.m. – a record for morning pedaling. Haydn and his girlfriend Lindsey showed ma around his high yield, ten-acre farm, which has some cool implications for tomorrow.

The final twelve miles into Fort Collins were a breeze. I had a good barbeque lunch at Moe’s on College Ave and then met up with Brian Janonis, retired Head of City Utilities. Instead of having a chat, he invited me on a city-sponsored walk through the area north of downtown to discuss prospects for turning the area around the Poudre River into a Innovation and ‘rugged scale’ commercial district. Since I can always use more exercise (!) I might as well add a mile of two of walking to my day. The tour was fascinating. A few projects are IMG_2848already underway; Fort Collins has impressive sustainability objectives. The first really big project is a $30 million distillery; more proof that our microbrew fetish is giving way to harder stuff.

Finally, I wove my way through town and the CSU campus to my wonderful warmshowers host for the evening. Camilla, her boyfriend Bruce, and his two children laid out a great cook-out followed by an ice cream bar. Camilla raises bees and I learned about hive life. I think bees and Chinese are two longstanding cultures that share much in common.

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Profile Response – Eliza Klein, Glen Ellyn, IL

 

HWWLT Logo on yellowEliza Klein was an Immigration Court Judge for in Massachusetts, Florida and Illinois. She stepped down after over twenty years and is currently helping a law firm that represents clients of Central American and Caribbean descent to enhance their immigration law practice. We are facebook friends through a mutual friend in Cambridge, MA. We met in person for the first time for lunch at a toda madre in Glen Ellyn, IL. She was interested in my experiences from the road; I was equally interested in her perspective on immigration and immigration law. Like all good attorneys, Eliza has a knack for distilling ideas and actions into fundamental concepts. Our conversation was far ranging, yet her perspective on each topic enhanced my understanding.

I asked Eliza why she thought immigration is such a thorny issue in our country. She explained how everyone has positive personal stories about interactions with immigrants. However, there is collective fear of them, especially in difficult times, when we feel we’re losing stuff – jobs, income, healthcare, and education – if they gain something. “When we go through life, we personalize or globalize our experience. We think that the personal stories are the exception to the rule, but immigration is a collection of personal stories. You have to like people to work in immigration but it is hard to ‘own’ such a big national issue.”

Eliza has a twenty-two year old daughter, recently graduated from Yale. When I mentioned my hope for the future in having so many positive interactions with people in their twenties she put the idea in historical context. “We were fed the World War II myth of a ‘good war’ and American supremacy. Our parents believed it completely, and we acquiesced to it. Our children are not colored by that.”

Eliza asked about the stories I was hearing on the road; I described a few of my favorites, marveling at the meaningful ways that strangers opened themselves up to me. “People can open up to you because you are passing through. They can’t expose as much of themselves to people they see everyday.”

I asked about a growing consensus that we will have a change in our immigration laws, that both sides of the political divide are accepting that. Eliza agreed that there is agreement among politicians that we have to do something, but are challenged as to what and how. The Republicans will do anything to deny Obama a legacy, but they need the Latino vote to win the next election. Meanwhile the Democrats don’t like Obama much either. Eliza believes that Obama is true to himself, neither liberal nor conservative, he seeks collaboration in a hostile environment.

“When I began working immigration law, there was some way to portray nine out of ten cases in a beneficial way. Now, it is one in ten. In 1996 Congress reformed Immigration laws to move away from a policy of ‘family first’ to a punitive stance in order to prevent people from coming or coming back. The Executive branch can’t change those statutes, but it can affect whether and how they are enforced.” Eliza explained that the backlog of immigration cases is staggering. “Right now there’s this fictitious date, 11/29/2019, the day after Thanksgiving four years away, which is essentially a parking lot for cases. Executive decisions, like publicized cases of children separated from parents, get attention. But most immigration cases languish for years.” When Eliza began as an Immigration Judge, she was deciding cases of people fleeing internal abuse and terror. “Toward the end, I was seeing kids fleeing gang violence that the U.S. created in Central America. I had to leave. It was immoral.”

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_2230“The planet and the country are on the cusp of significant change. People will have to learn to be more deliberate in how we live.

“Since I retired I want a little trailer and travel, but my husband wants to update our house. Its a micro-example of how will we use our resources? How do we spend our days? In our case, my husband’s health is compromised, so I bend to his wishes.

“I take the ‘we’ in your question to mean the people on the planet. We have to rethink our relationship with the planet and other species.”

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Trip Log – Day 65 – Laramie, WY

Cheyenne to LaramieJuly 9, 2015 – Thunderstorms, 60 degrees

Miles Today: 12

Miles to Date: 3,839

States to Date: 17

I spent the day in Laramie, visiting a slew of interesting people and one spiritual brother.

My warmshowers hosts made an awesome breakfast of eggs and bacon plus pancakes with orange juice and coffee. Fueled for the day, I went to the Night Heron book store to meet my cousin Andy’s Antioch friend, Vicky, a thoughtful and inspiring kindergarten teacher who exemplifies the transplant’s love of Laramie that I find everywhere here.

IMG_2798Afterward I met with Bright Agrotech, a local company with a cool vertical grow agriculture system. We didn’t meet at their headquarters. Rather we met downtown where their system provides truly local herbs for a restaurant – grown on the other side of the wall from where they’re served. Beside offering quick growing local food, Bright Agrotech is superfast with their media; our video interview is already up on YouTube.

IMG_2806Then I was off to Crossfit 7720 to learn about this cutting edge fitness regimen. Why 7720? Because Laramie is 7220 feet above sea level. They invited me for a workout, which I did.

Whoa, it’s a tough workout, especially at this altitude.

 

During a break from heavy thunderstorms I set out alone to fulfill the primary reason I came to Laramie: to absorb local sites related to Matthew Shepard. I went by the bar where he met his killers, the memorial bench that University of Wyoming placed within the quad, and finally rode five miles outside of town to see where, almost twenty years ago, the young gay man was tied, beaten, and abandoned. Aside from the innocuous bench, Laramie has done everything it can to wipe away this heinous crime. The bar’s had a face lift and fresh title, the streets names around the site have been changed, private property signs abound. Nothing about my 24 hours here gives any clue as to why such a hate crime happened in this seemingly benevolent place. Yet it did. And the horror of it changed things, for me and for many others.

IMG_2792Aside from a few flowers on the bench, there is no proper way to pay tribute to Matthew Shepard, whose senseless death was so abhorrent it triggered an outpouring of human decency. Matthew will never get married in Wyoming, but he is part of the reason that others like him can. I wanted to thank him for what we have all gained through his suffering.

Two deer came by and grazed close to me for several minutes. When they left I took it as my sign to leave as well.

 

 

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Profile Response: Pandora and Mark Brewer Mount Prospect, IL

HWWLT Logo on yellowPandora and Mark Brewer are the most unconventional Mormons, avid movie buffs, and all around engaging people I know. We were Cambridge neighbors when our sons attended grade school together. After Mark finished his PhD. in Japanese History, they moved to the Chicago area to further Pandora’s career at Crate & Barrel. My children and I visited them a few times during Oscar season. Ten years passed until I stayed with them one night during my trip; our first visit as empty nesters.

How will we live tomorrow?

imgres“I am fascinated by how science fiction writers envision life and how it plays out. There is this relationship between narrative that tries to predict the future, portrayed as how we live now; and our current reality, how we lived back then. The author’s role is to help us see the past, today, or tomorrow. It’s always a story; we’re always crafting it.

“I want to be able to bring the future I envision of me as an older person – wise, generous witty – to become a reality. We have to live every day to be the person we want to be.

“When I struggle in life, I find reasons in literature. My genre is science fiction. This makes me feel like I am the protagonist of my own story.

imgres-2“I am the managing editor of a Mormon Women’s Magazine, Exponent II. It’s all about women telling stories. The point it not the perfect story, but putting your story out there.

Pandora, Brewer, Quilter, Editor, Mother, Wife, Mount Prospect, IL

 

How will we live tomorrow?

images“My initial answer is pretty much the way we live today. However, we have all this private media. We can converse with whomever we want, watch what we want, live in a private world.

“My grandmother was two years old when the Titanic sunk, and twenty-seven when the Hindenburg went down. Neither was culturally significant for her the way we think of these events now. Time has weighted their importance. Twenty years ago I had a landline. Now, I have a cell phone. I don’t know how the change happened; it was just a logical extension. The future will not look that different because it will unfold one day at a time.

imgres-3“The Victorian novel would be thirty pages long if they had cellphones; all those miscommunications and mishaps wouldn’t have happened. Yet we still have novels, and we still have miscommunications. That’s why Euripides is still relevant. We don’t have what we want; we will never get everything we want. That is what being human is.”

Mark Brewer, Actor, Historian, Father, Husband, Mount Prospect, IL

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Trip Log – Day 64 – Cheyenne, WY to Laramie, WY

Cheyenne to LaramieJuly 8, 2015 – Rain, 60 degrees

Miles Today: 59

Miles to Date: 3,827

States to Date: 17

I was up, coffeed, oatmealed, and packed by six. I stopped at Albertson’s to belly up on yogurt and cinnamon buns before tackling the 50-mile desolate stretch from Cheyenne to Laramie on a featureless grey morning, spitting rain. My warmshowers host Tom warned me – it’s up all the way, until the last nine miles, which are straight down.

Tom is a trustworthy guide. I left Cheyenne (elevation 6,062) and pedaled long stretches of gentle rise. The higher I climbed, the greyer the sky became. The hissing energy of the West flanked my left – crackling power lines and flittering windmills. Vast ranches lay to my right – cows lined tight to the fence with their inscrutable gaze fixed on my tiny form. Yet the immense grey sky dominated them both and the crisp fresh air was infiltrated by musky char from the giant fires in Canada that have laid a haze over the entire continent.

IMG_2791Fifteen miles in I could make out the profile of distant ridges, not so far away to pretend I wouldn’t have to climb them. The rain came stronger as I pedaled higher. The wind was light, and it’s safer to pedal up rain streams than down them. When I reached the ridge crest the rain was steady. It bounced off the road, into my shoes, up and around my fenders. The precipice was a false peak, followed by a dozen more. Short shallows followed by long climbs. Another reprieve; another climb. The rain puttered away to nothing. So did the visibility. I rolled though dense fog, glad to have enough shoulder to veer clear of intermittent vehicles.

The sky lightened up at 36 miles, so I took a break and had a snack. I hadn’t stopped for two minutes when I realized that all around me was dark. Worse was coming from any direction. So, I got back in the saddle and pedaled on, another six miles into the spirit realm of foggy invisibility. Rolling through the atmosphere I could have been on an English heath or Russian steepe or Argentine plateau. There was nothing distinct about my particular location. Yet the ambiguity was gentile and light. I didn’t feel lost or afraid. The solid road and easy wind robbed the rain and fog of danger.

Out of nothing a Stop sign appeared. I was finally at the summit, 8,600 feet, and Interstate 80, though I couldn’t see it and could barely hear it. I eased my way onto the ramp and kept to the shoulder for several miles of 5% grade. With each passing mile the fog lifted, distinct clouds formed, the sides of the adjacent cliffs displayed their rock faces. Within half an hour I dropped to 7100 feet and was in Laramie.

For some reason I hoped that coming off this ethereal climb would make Laramie different. But of course it isn’t. After all, I am in the United States. U.S. 30 has the same Wal-Mart and Applebees as every other commercial strip.

imagesUniversity of Wyoming is larger than I expected; the sandstone buildings are stunning. Downtown is nice, with just enough funk to be interesting. I had the lunch buffet at Grand Pizza, which was quite good. By the time I finished lunch the rain had stopped, so I toured city and campus by bike, took a writing break, and enjoyed a terrific conversation and dinner with Linda and Phil, my warmshowers hosts.

 

 

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Profile Response – Abhi Ganju, Chicago, IL

HWWLT Logo on yellowAbhi Ganju and I met at a healthcare design conference in 2011 and have been Internet friends since. Abhi is from New Delhi, India. She immigrated to the United States as a young physician and had a specialty practice in asthma and allergies for thirty-five years. When we met she was also turning her passion for photography into a business (www.abhisphotos.com), creating photographic art suited for healthcare environments. Last year she retired from medicine and has expanded her artistic pursuits to painting; oils, pastels, and currently water color. We met for lunch on Chicago’s Southside to reconnect and talk about tomorrow.

imgres-1“I love photography, but making a business of it required more time marketing than creating. I still have clients, and happy to have more, but I’m more involved in making art than trying to sell it.” Abhi reached a plateau in her photography and realized that she wanted a different avenue of expression. “You can only take a photograph of what is there. The whole game is excluding things from the frame. With painting, I have more freedom to create the entire composition. Right now I am getting my brush mileage. First, I have to learn the craft, and then focus on composition. I am already good at that from photography, but in painting it’s different. Then I’ll develop better drawing skills, all before I can have a personal vision.”

images-2Abhi’s description of the steps she’ll take to become a satisfied painter led us to discuss Malcolm Gladwell’s concept in Outliers, that it takes 10,000 hours of work to master any task. Abhi mastered being a physician and a photographer, while I mastered being an architect and writer. Now we are both pushing different interests a deeper level: she painting; me cycling.

I ask Abhi about the pull that brought her to the United States. “In the 1970’s and 1980’s the United States gave green cards to almost any physician or nurse who wanted to come.” Although Abhi’s family had traditionally been farmers, her father became a doctor and established a professional precedent for Abhi and her two brothers. They each came here, and eventually their parenimages-3ts followed. Abhi’s two sons live in the United States; she has no immediate family in India. “This is where I experienced true freedom. Here, if I am willing to work hard I can get what I want. People who are born here sometimes take that for granted, but for people from other countries, the freedom here is very real.”

How will we live tomorrow?

imgresAbhi laughed, “Everywhere in the world people are wearing blue jeans. That won’t change, In India, people even wear them on formal occasions.”

Then she added, more seriously, “My hope and wish that we will live in a world of clean air and water, renewable energy, equality, and kindness towards all living creatures.”

Then, as we finished our lunch and said our goodbyes, “To me, this is the most exciting part of life; when we are done with survival needs and can truly explore our own intellectual potential.”

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 63 – Pine Bluff, WY to Cheyenne, WY

Pine Bluff to CheyenneJuly 7, 2015 – Overcast, 60 degrees

Miles Today: 49

Miles to Date: 3,768

States to Date: 17

The sky dome was complete grey when I left the Pine Bluffs and it stayed that way all day. I was nervous about my route options – they all involved service roads or country roads that I know from experience might be gravel. But not in Wyoming! A nice paved route near, but never on, I-80 all the way to Cheyenne. Having good roads made it easier to counter the strong wind and occasional rain.

IMG_2773There were no breakfast options in Pine Bluffs, but there was a TA Truck Stop 24 miles away and a local one 16 miles on. I arrived at the first when the wind and rain were on an uptick, so I pulled off the bleak landscape and entered what could have been a scene from The Twilight Zone. The room was rich in pungent smells and colorful decorations. Five Indians sat at two separate tables speaking Punjab. I didn’t realize at first that they were the owners and staff; I the only customer. The proprietor greeted me graciously and while his son prepared spicy paan with yogurt and mango chutney for breakfast, he showed off his display of boxing clippings and medals. The gentleman’s English was enthusiastic rather than clear, so I’m not sure exactly what sport he championed and whether he won 400, 800, or 1,000 medals, but I was impressed nonetheless. The food didn’t match what I ordered, but was quite good; the five dollars he charged me had no relationship to any menu price. But we both seemed satisfied with our interchange. When I asked what brought him from Punjab to Wyoming, the man answered, “Lucky!”

IMG_2786I kept on to Cheyenne, which proved to be much more of a city than I expected. The exurbs have ugly, boxy houses just like any metro area and the central city has more one-way streets than anyplace I’ve been since Chicago. The Capital District is large and impressive, the downtown a bit ragged but the Union Depot beautifully restored. The painted Cowboy boots on the street corners are fun. I spent a few hours working in the Public Library, a recent building filled with cycle enthusiasts who wanted to know about my Surly and my journey. At four I met with Jim Magagna of the Wyoming Stock Grower’s Association, who had a unique perspective on tomorrow.

IMG_2784I backtracked to the northeast part of town where my warmshowers host, Tom, made a terrific pork chop dinner and then we hit a local pub for beer. Tom’s an early riser, so it was good by me that we were both in bed just after nine.

 

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Profile Response: Vicki Nelson, Kalamazoo, MI

HWWLT Logo on yellowVicki Nelson and I have pursued parallel professional and personal paths for nearly twenty years. We first met working on the New Bronson Hospital in the 1990’s; I worked for the primary design firm, Shepley Bulfinch; Vicki worked for our local Affiliate, Diekema Hamann in Kalamazoo. Over the years, Deikema Hamann’s healthcare expertise grew and they took ever larger responsibility for Bronson projects while my role evolved into conceptual planning and strategy; a successful collaboration on both sides. Vicki and I also shared common experiences raising children and working in developing countries: me in Haiti, Vicki in Guatemala. So it came as no surprise when we met for lunch in Kalamazoo during my post-retirement cycling adventure that Vickie told me she was retiring within the week. Tomorrow was much on her mind.

imgres“I’m turning 60 and realized that my heart was less and less in the work of being a Principal in the firm. I was going through the process, giving my clients more than they expected, but I wanted the opportunity to do other things. I want days that aren’t scheduled. I have a list of things I want to do, but don’t feel pressed by it. They are just good opportunities.

“I’ve been to Guatemala eleven times, working primarily with a school that a nun started toward the end of the Civil War. Now I can be more involved. My partner Bruce has been involved in the school since 2003, when he first met Sister Celeste. He took her idea, was Director for a time, and turned it into a sustainable non-profit. He’s an estate attorney. That may not sound like a good venue for non-profit work, but he works with people who have lots of money and can sometimes suggest ways to distribute it beyond passing it down within a family.”

imgres-1Vicki’s experiences in Guatemala mirror my own in Haiti in providing positive counterpoints to life in the United States. “There’s this guy who started a school in a bus terminal. The terminal is full of shoeshine boys and vendors whom he teaches between customers. His strategy is not just to impart information but identify the gaps in information. The boys learn to read from stories in books. The question the teacher asks is always, ‘Who’s not in the story’. The answer, of course, is shoeshine boys and people like them. This triggers the boys’ interest in writing, in telling their own stories.”

How will we live tomorrow?

“Lighter.”

“In part because we have to; we can’t keep consuming so much. Younger people don’t want all this stuff; they want to live in an urban setting and not have to drive.

“But also because the word connotes a positive attribute. We are so much heavier than we used to be: we are physically bigger; we occupy more square footage; we extract a larger environmental footprint. Everything is too big. Lighter will actually be better.”

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