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Day Thirteen: Save America March – Join me on the final day!

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Day Thirteen’s 18-mile trek is one of the most beautiful, yet also most challenging. I start out on the wrong foot, so to speak, with a silly mistake I’ve never made before.

I set out before sunrise. After a half mile, I notice the light of dawn beginning to color the … um … western sky.

“Why is the sun rising in the West today?,” I muse. I realize I’ve been heading the wrong direction, curse quietly (ok, maybe not so quietly), do an abrupt turn around, and concede that this particular stretch or road is pretty enough I need to walk it twice. Continue Reading →

Day Twelve: Save America March – Polarization

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The day starts with eight Creston residents, all active with the Democratic Party, joining me for “coffee” (read “tea,” for me) at a downtown cafe. We discuss many of the same issues on rural residents’ minds everywhere I go, regardless of party affiliation.

Imposing tariffs and President Trump’s Argentina bailout, and how that’s worsening the stagnant US soybean market.

Sending the National Guard to US cities.

Deporting immigrants, most with no criminal record, and how that’s affecting families and communities.

High on the list of concerns this morning is the growing divide between Republican and Democratic voters. I remind our coffee clutch that, thirty year ago, I spent a couple days door-knocking in Creston for my friend, Don Ray.

Don, a Democrat, challenged long-time House Republican Horace Daggett. Heads nodded as I nostalgically recalled the level of civility in that campaign (which Daggett won). Continue Reading →

Day Eleven: Save America March – A game of Jenga

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After accomplishing a hefty load of footsteps in hot weather, I inevitably crave a tall infusion of electrolytes. Arriving in Creston, I pop into a convenience store, buy orange juice and a piece of sugary junk food, and amble outside in search of a seat in the shade.

There’s one table, and there’s already a woman in her thirties sitting at it. I ask if I can join her. She says sure. I plop down as gracefully as one who’s just walked thirteen dusty miles can plop, and notice a pile of blocks in front of her.

“What’s that?,” I ask.

“It’s a game of Jenga that some kids left behind,” she says as she carefully stacks the blocks, three across, until there’s an 18-row tower in front of her.

She carefully removes one block and says, “Your turn.” Continue Reading →

Day Ten: Save America March – Caption contest

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I’m always in awe at what one finds on the side of a road. Our highways, byways, and even gravel roads are littered with an astounding clutter of things. Junk you’d never notice while driving brings you to a halt when you’re walking and see them up close.

Take this tube of toothpaste lying next to a tooth brush on a gravel road. How the heck does that happen? By accident? By design? What’s the story here? Continue Reading →

Day Nine: Save America March – My conversation with a US Army sniper

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There’s a guy sitting off by himself. After a bit, I wander over and ask him where he’s from. His name’s Jim Thacker, and he’s traveled to Greenfield from Missouri for work. He was a sniper in the US Army, and I’m interested to know how he feels about Trump sending the military into US cities.

Jim doesn’t like it, and says, “You do swear an oath to defend the country from all enemies, foreign and domestic. But I would hesitate calling American citizens domestic enemies. So I’m not a big fan of it.”

Jim adds, “I feel like Trump is trying to surround himself with people who are like-minded and agree with anything he says, including going against the Constitution. The United States is a broken country, and it’s been that way for a long time.” Continue Reading →

Day Eight: Save America March – Kindness along the highway

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Walking 13 miles along Highway 92 from Winterset to Greenfield provides challenges I haven’t dealt with for years. While not exactly packed with traffic, there’s a constant enough flow that I’ve got to remain hyper-focused. The extended concentration adds its own level of fatigue to legs still sore from yesterday’s 17-mile hike.

Much of the traffic is big stuff, too, given that the harvest is in full swing. The combines move slowly and aren’t a concern. But the semis, loaded with corn and beans, barrel along at 55-60 miles per hour. Continue Reading →

Day Seven: Save America March – I spook cattle worried about the soybean market

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The day’s march from Earlham to Winterset is another long one — 17 miles. It’s made easier by perfect weather, quiet gravel roads, and stellar hospitality at the end of the day.

During my first break under a shade tree, a farmer pulls up in his pick-up truck and asks if everything’s ok. I explain what I’m doing. We discuss crop yields (good) and commodity prices (bad).

I ask him how President Trump’s tariff war is affecting him and other farmers. “There’s a lot of talk around here about how China hasn’t bought a single US soybean this year,” he says. Continue Reading →

Day Six: Save America March – country roads, take me away from home

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After four days and 42 miles of urban and suburban hiking, I arrive in rural Iowa. Tom Walton joins me for five miles of today’s 13-mile march from Van Meter to Earlham. I’ve mostly walked alone, so it’s nice to have a companion for the first two hours of today’s trek.

It’s also nice to be out of the city. But I’m quickly reminded that there are pros and cons to rural marching.

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Day Five: Save America March – a gift from Gandhi’s granddaughter

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In 1994, I invited Gandhi’s granddaughter, Sumitra Kulkarni, to give a series of presentations in Des Moines. To my surprise and delight, she accepted!

The most memorable moment of her visit was when she chastised me over dinner at our home for not owning a dishwasher. “But your grandfather would never approve of a dishwasher,” I offered.

“That was then. This is now. You need to buy your wife a dishwasher,” she responded, while waving a finger at me.

Sumitra invited me to visit her in India. I jumped at the chance, and later that year spent a few days with her and her husband G.R. in Ahmedabad. I then traveled the country visiting activists who were using Gandhi’s principles to address various social, political, and environmental challenges.

During my visit, Sumitra gifted me a satchel which has been the centerpiece of nearly all my long marches. It’s seen many a repair job over the years, most recently under the loving and skillful attention of my wife Kathy. Continue Reading →

Day Four: Save America March – liberal goofball hangs with heartless conservative

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I’ve known Pat Bertroche for over a decade through our mutual involvement with radio. We also share the experience of running for Congress — Pat as a Republican, me as a Democrat. We both lost — but I got more votes than he did. So there, Pat.

Our rapport involves a lot of banter (see pervious paragraph). I ask Pat why he would allow a left-wing loony like me into his sensible conservative home.

“I appreciate you insisting on me putting you up for the night, eating my food, watching my TV,” joked Pat. “When I saw you at my door, I felt bad for you. You looked like a bedraggled kitten.”

That was after a mere six-mile march. Pat should have seen me after the previous day’s nineteen-mile slog.

“The truth is, when Republicans and Democrats actually talk we agree a lot more than we disagree,” says Pat. “Part of the problem these days is that the media — all media, both mainstream and social media — is driven by clicks. So you tend to say things that get clicks, that make headlines.” Continue Reading →