A Mississippienne in Yankeeland
Friday, July 30, 2004
The Bix came to visit yesterday and we found out what our next project is gonna be! Fire 3 is heading to Kingston, NY for Habitat for Humanity. This is our 2nd Habitat, but I'm excited about being in New York State. We'll be an hour from NYC and I'm planning on going to Canada while I'm there.

Last night I rode into Boston for the Boston Pops concert with John Williams (of Star Wars fame), Sen. John Kerry, and James Taylor. Actually, I left before Taylor showed up, but it was fun nonetheless. A dude on the train named Phil from UMass asked me if my name was Margaret. Apparently I look just like a girl he went to school with. Heh, I seem to have one of those faces that's oddly familiar to lots of people.

Sunday, July 25, 2004
Eagle 6 came to visit this weekend, which means my buddy Sarah is here! Yay! Me and her went into Boston yesterday to see the town. We bought CDs, ate bagels, and pretended to be lesbians and went shopping for engagement rings. We watched "Much Ado About Nothing" on the Boston Common, but just before Hero and Claudio's wedding it was rained out. Bummer.

Her teammates went to Cheers and were pounced upon by a very drunk man who ate their french fries and threatened to jump off a bridge when they made him leave. We told a couple of cops about his threats, but I dunno if they did anything. Oh well.

In the meantime, more AmeriSongs for you! This is a little ditty Chris and Travis came up with the other day while destroying invasive species (aka weeding). To the tune of "Shout":

The Dick Song
You know you make me want some dick
Put your hands on my dick!
Put your hands on my dick!
A little bit harder now,
A little bit deeper now,
Ooooh oooooh
Ooooh oooooh
You know you make me want some dick
Put your hands on my dick!
Put your hands on my dick!

And another, one that me and Sarah made up at 2 am last night while riding back from Boston. This R&B song came on the radio, and its opening line was "I woke up in the middle of the night and I was alone." For some reason we found this hilarious, and immediately wrote a new song:

I'm not alone
I woke up in the middle of the night
But I'm not alone.
I don't know her name
But I'm not alone.
I don't know where she's from
But I'm not alone.
I don't know how we got here
But I think I'm wearing her t-shirt.

Monday, July 19, 2004
On Saturday, after an ISP at the Food Bank, me, Alyssa, Chris, Marcos and Sasha all rode into Boston on the subway. We visited the wharfs and saw the place where the Boston Tea Party took place (now closed) and went down to Cheers! for dinner. We also hung out in this gorgeous park and watched the swans and mama ducks with ducklings. Boston is very beautiful, and full of loving couples. I hate being single! We're talking a return trip this weekend to see Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing in the park.
Today we drove into Boston again, to work with Re-Vision House, a shelter for homeless mothers that also runs an organic garden.

Friday, July 16, 2004
Today we worked at the Greater Boston Food Bank sorting and loading donations. Because the Farm only operates Monday-Thursday, we'll spend our Fridays at it's partnered organizations, like the Food Bank and the Salvation Army.
So the job in France didn't work out due to visa problems, but I'm going to apply to the International Partnership for Service-Learning program in Calcutta, India. I'm just not ready for a 9-to-5 job, or the boring old frat party college thing. I need to explore, to stretch my wings, and I have a lot of lifetime waiting for me.

Thursday, July 08, 2004
I'm in Boston! We arrived yesterday at the farmhouse we'll be living in. We're working at Waltham Fields Organic Farm, which is located on the campus of University of Massachusetts. Our farmhouse is a huge rangy thing, almost completely empty except for our mattresses and some old chairs.

Today we helped out at a White House Conference for non-profits in Boston. While downstairs at the Sheraton Hotel's Starbucks, I was stopped by a nice man who asked about the "A" on my shirt. I explained Americorps to him, and he said he had mistaken my uniform for an Oakland A's t-shirt. "What's that?" I asked.

"That's my baseball team," he said. "We're in town playing the Red Sox. I'm Brad Fisher, and this is our coach"

Needless to say, I immediately obtained their autographs for Marcos and chatted for a while. Brad was very interested in meeting Sasha, since they're both from Madison, WI. Anyway, he was the nicest man and M-Dawg was over the moon about the autographs.

Monday, July 05, 2004
The Fourth was a big day! Americorps NCCC members had been declared Grand Marshals of the Havre de Grace 4th of July parade. We were saluted by the bagpipers who played for us, and then we all loaded up on a float and rode through the town. We threw candy to the little kids, who were all so cute. Two little girls held up their hands in tiny Ozzy Osbourne devil horns, and I repeated the gesture, yelling, "Rock on!" Afterwards we watched the fireworks go off from the Point, oohing and aahing as appropriate.

Tomorrow I leave for my next project! Boston or bust, baby!

Friday, July 02, 2004
We dragged into Perry Point early Sunday morning, after an astonishing 40 hours of no sleep and 8 hours of that spent driving. At least I didn't have to drive, I don't know how Andrea, Robyn and Wanda made it.

We've been doing smaller local projects the past few days, waiting for our next round to begin on July 7, when we leave out for MA. We worked the Promenade again, saw "Spider-man 2", and did trail maintenance at Lums Pond State Park. While riding about in the Park van, which mysterious has no seat belts but does have a radio, my team sang along to Elvis' "Can't help falling in love with you". I sang to Sasha, Travis and Marcos sang to one another, Sasha sang to Rose, and Jacque sang to everyone. Hilarious!

Today we went to Elk Neck Park and went swimming in the Estuary. Good times! We dug around and found clams, and Chris taught me how to skip them across the water.

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