Thursday, August 30, 2012
Checking In from a Democratic Stronghold
Typing on a computer with a tenuous internet connection in a groovy TV-less hostel on Cape Cod, where fresh baked cookies were passed around about an hour ago, and I found some soap in the free bin in the bathroom. So far, the trip's been pretty exhausting with a whole lotta driving and many activities planned, including a trip up to northern Vermont where we hung out at the Bread and Puppet Theater's headquarters for awhile. We made a brief pilgrimage to the beach tonight--pristine and empty, bordered by dunes, and had dinner in Provincetown, which is the Castro (and/or Christopher)Street of New England, gay couples and drag queens. I can't think of a better place to be the night of Mitt Romney's speech.