Colorado Springs Blues
I'm huddled by the door of our room at the Microtel Inn in Colorado Springs, the only place I can pick up the wireless signal. We've stopped here to visit some friends attached to the big Colorado Springs Youth With A Mission base.
This town is Evangelical Christianity Central. Focus on the Family is here, YWAM has a base here.
On the highway out to our friends' house last night, I saw a sign that said: "Adopt-A-Highway. This mile adopted by Greater Europe Mission."
The World Prayer Center is here, a cathedral like setting where people phone or email in their prayer requests and people just drop by to pray for whatever comes up on the video screens at that moment.
What a great town to do some blogging, but we are moving on. Got to get to California. I am gathering too many experiences, too many photographs and no time to properly ponder them. Internet access is poor to non-existent in the towns we have been traveling through so it's hard to post.
Complain. Complain.
Man, I got post ideas and fabulous photos of Willa Cather's home town, Red Cloud Nebraska. I got old graveyards in Kansas fields looking for my great-grandma's grave. I got Flagler, Colorado, the birdseed capital of North America.
But I don't have time or internet access. We got to keep moving (what song was that?)
Meanwhile, here's something for you all to ponder. You know those "Adopt-A-Highway" signs you see on roadsides wherever you go, like "This stretch adopted by Bob's Opthamology"? Well, have you ever seen volunteers that look like opthamologists or hairdressers cleaning up the beer bottles and styrofoam cups on the roadside? I never have. The only people I've ever seen cleaning up a roadside are convicts.
This town is Evangelical Christianity Central. Focus on the Family is here, YWAM has a base here.
On the highway out to our friends' house last night, I saw a sign that said: "Adopt-A-Highway. This mile adopted by Greater Europe Mission."
The World Prayer Center is here, a cathedral like setting where people phone or email in their prayer requests and people just drop by to pray for whatever comes up on the video screens at that moment.
What a great town to do some blogging, but we are moving on. Got to get to California. I am gathering too many experiences, too many photographs and no time to properly ponder them. Internet access is poor to non-existent in the towns we have been traveling through so it's hard to post.
Complain. Complain.
Man, I got post ideas and fabulous photos of Willa Cather's home town, Red Cloud Nebraska. I got old graveyards in Kansas fields looking for my great-grandma's grave. I got Flagler, Colorado, the birdseed capital of North America.
But I don't have time or internet access. We got to keep moving (what song was that?)
Meanwhile, here's something for you all to ponder. You know those "Adopt-A-Highway" signs you see on roadsides wherever you go, like "This stretch adopted by Bob's Opthamology"? Well, have you ever seen volunteers that look like opthamologists or hairdressers cleaning up the beer bottles and styrofoam cups on the roadside? I never have. The only people I've ever seen cleaning up a roadside are convicts.
Labels: Across America
posted by Christopher Newton at 7:13 AM
8 Comments:
There was a "Gotta Keep Movin'" recorded by Martha Reeves (Martha and the Vandellas) a few years back. Then there's the coda in the Doobie Bros. "Long Train Runnin'". Maybe you're thinking of the lyrics to "Truckin'". It would, after all, fit, wouldn't it?
In any event, you're probably not referencing the Busta Rhymes "Keep On Movin'", but I could be wrong.
I had the same question about those road-side signs as we were driving through Alabama. Marc suggests perhaps those organizations donate money to have people (the convicts?) clean them.
Here in the desert southwest the cons do it too, but you do often see church groups and civic orgs doing the dirt. There are also occasional retired individuals or families that take a stretch. A little more human than in some of the urban centers, I guess
Up here it's always kids doing the clean-up work. I've never seen a convict crew! Wow, that would be exciting....do they sing slave songs?
Just kidding.
Colorado Springs, eh? I've stopped in there, but I didn't stick around. It felt like everyone was looking at me and wondering which side I was on.
We see the jail crews out on the roadsides picking up trash, but we also see the Boy Scouts along a section of highway they've adopted.
Love your new profile photo, Genevieve. But where'd you get that hat? You look mighty special in a hat like that.
I'm wearing my SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) medieval garb at the Tennessee Renaissance Festival which is essentially a huge costume event.
You have to make a hat like that for yourself, because they just aren't carried in stores nowadays. I made mine from a linen placemat. It took about 10 minutes. :D
I like your blog...
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