Day Eleven: Save America March – A game of Jenga
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 →
