Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Not much to report this day. It's good to get back underway on my southward bound trek to get south of old man winter.
Night camp: Wal-Mart parking lot in Pikeville KY
Our Peripheral Existence
Being a minority in both caste and class, we moved about anyway on the hem of life, struggling to consolidate our weaknesses and hang on, or to creep singly up into the major folds of the garment. Our peripheral existence, however, was something we had learned to deal with, probably because it was abstract.
The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison