I write this post from inside the suburban Murphysboro home of the Greens. I called my Dad yesterday to wish him a happy Father's Day and he asked me, as he always does, "Where are you?". When I told him I was hanging out in this beautiful suburban home, he asked "all of you?". Yep, all of us! And the people here cooked us dinner last night, and are cooking us dinner again tonight, and bought a keg.
And this is not an isolated incident. Two nights ago I posted about the amazing welcome at the Baptist Church in Sebree and the delicious Kentucky food spread. And then there was Hokie House in Blacksburg that gave us free chicken wings. Or the Rising Silo Brewery that gave us free craft beer and roasted a whole pig. And non-food things, too, like the group of bikers (motorcycles) waiting at the Ferry between Kentucky and Illinois that gave me $25 cash. Or the guy who bought my prescription medication. Etc., etc.
As we cross the country, I am just really astounded at how nice and giving everyone is. Clearly part of that is because we're here for charity, but still. I am not a person who is used to having people be nice to me. It feels really good.
So, thank you.
