Rhiannon Giddens took me down

TYG has been a huge fan of folk musician Rhiannon Giddens since catching Giddens when she was just starting out. We went to her local concert last year and Monday, she was performing in Durham again, so …

As you can tell we were waaaay close to the stage. We got to see Giddens up close, and she was clearly over the moon about performing. As with her last concert, she had a roster of talent performing too: Mavis Staples, Blind Boys of Alabama, Rissi Palmer, Toshi Reagon. I don’t know any of those names (music is not one of my fields of expertise) but damn, they can sing.

Trouble was, rather than wrapping up around 9:30, the concert ran until well after 10. Then we had to get an Uber home. Then we had to dose the dogs. We crawled into bed around 12:30 AM which is late for us (particularly me). That left me off my game Tuesday (which I’d anticipated) but the rest of the week as well. I think maybe I had some sort of mild bug or my pollen allergy kicked in — I shouldn’t have felt as wiped as I did. Though the concert was still worth it.

I got in an article for The Local Reporter, though in our new format, it won’t be out for a week or so. Over at Atomic Junk Shop I blogged about Marvel’s execrable War Is Hell series and the appeal of Bill Bixby in The Incredible Hulk (a repost from this blog). I got some work done on Savage Adventures because proofing nonfiction doesn’t require the kind of creative thought that writing fiction does. And following the two shorts I sent off last week, I submitted a third short story, “Champions of Darkness,” this week. It’s a no-pay market but there aren’t that many places to submit a 6,000 word reprint so I’m cool with it.

At this point, 2026 is one third over (you may have noticed). It’s tricky to assess my performance so far, given that a lot of it is long-term stuff (e.g., two drafts of Let No Man Put Asunder). I’m doing well on short stories, not just submitting but writing them: “Oh the Places You’ll Go” is finally done, for instance, though I haven’t found a market yet. “Honey on the Grave” and “Die and Let Live” are both looking closer to finished than they have before.

However I’m way behind on writing Impossible Takes a Little Longer or Let No Man Put Asunder. I think I can still get in two drafts of each but it’s looking tougher. Part of that’s because I used up the vacation time and “time off for disaster” that I’d budgeted in this year. Which, of course, doesn’t guarantee I won’t have to take more time off for more disasters … fingers crossed.

Financially, things are still dismal. Dog drug expenses are up, other expenses have been up and with Local Reporter dropping back to monthly coverage, income has been down. I’ve been looking around for more freelance work, no luck so far (while we are a two income family, I do take some satisfaction in covering my designated share of the bills).

Health, last time I had it checked, is good. Weight down a little, blood pressure back down. Exercise was off with everything else this week, but hopefully not enough to reverse the improvement.

And now May. Let’s hope for reasonably smooth sailing.

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This is, indeed, a great tree

The “angel oak” is a 400-year-old tree in Charleston. If you’re in town, it’s worth seeing. It’s fricking huge.

Here’s me and my siblings posing with the tree.

That’s not a fallen limb — the branches stretch across the park, with some help from humankind propping it up.

Thanks to whichever sibling thought of visiting here. Oh, here’s the tree’s baby for a final parting shot.

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I am appalled, but not surprised to see people claiming tobacco is good for you

We live in an age when SecWar “Whisky Pete” Hegseth can end mandatory flu vaccinations for our troops and claim it’s about freedom. After all, it’s not like strong, virile American warriors can ever be sidelined by sicknessoh. Wait. So it’s not surprising the tobacco industry, which screeched about freedom for decades as a defense against regulation, is pushing tobacco as a mind-hack. And influencers aligned with RFK are claiming nicotine is healthy; Jillian Michaels, for example, says “Nicotine, unto itself, is not toxic. It’s beneficial,”

I don’t know if these people are crackpots, trying to gain attention by swimming against what we know about tobacco or taking some kickbacks (and it could be all of them) but this is grade-a bullshit. Nicotine is extremely toxic, and it’s incredibly addictive (details at the link). Unfortunately I suspect lots of people primed to believe medical knowledge is garbage will swallow this snake oil, particularly as there are many products that allow them to indulge without smoking. The UK, by contrast, has just passed a bill that says nobody under 17 now can ever smoke cigarettes legally. In the US, by contrast, we have a former tobacco lobbyist getting a senior-level gig at the CDC.

The rejection of medical knowledge reflects the MAGA movement’s general hatred of science for telling them what they don’t want to hear: “GOP political orthodoxy includes positions that are at odds with the scientific consensus on multiple issues, ranging from the validity of the theory of evolution, to the reality of climate change, to the efficacy and safety of vaccines. In each case the scientific consensus is solidly grounded in evidence. But even before the rise of MAGA the U.S. right was increasingly hostile to evidence-based policymaking — especially, of course, where the evidence is unfavorable to fossil fuel interests or quack medicine, both financial mainstays of right-wing politics.”

Plus there’s the desperate desire to grab clicks by offering more bullshit than the competition: “In an interview posted Tuesday with podcaster Benny Johnson, former Rep. Matt Gaetz insisted there’s a secret program that is actively working to breed alien-human hybrids designed to help officials communicate with people on other worlds.” Then again, perhaps I’m being unfair — Gaetz may well be stupid enough to believe what he’s saying.

And of course there’s the general paranoia about non-existent health risks, like claiming local governments should ban farms-to-solar-power projects because of dangerous radiation. In contrast, of course, to the environmentally friendly oil and gas industries … whom I’d lay pay are promoting this kind of balderdash.

Now other links:

RFK Jr. once claimed that every black drug is put on drugs such as Adderall, therefore they need to be taken from their families. Confronted with this claim by Rep. Terri Sewell, he lied.

Anti-vax Moms in California are suing the state for a religious exemption to school vaccine requirements.

Contrary to Kennedy no, fluoridating water does not destroy our brains. But his administration is doing its best to let disease destroy us.

“Most states allow parents of adult children with disabilities, family members of children with disabilities, and family members of the elderly to be paid for providing attendant care.” Kennedy, child of wealth, thinks this should be an unpaid labor of love. Fits with his general bias against disability

“Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s health agency has altered the guiding document for an influential vaccine panel by enhancing its role in considering safety risks and expanding qualifications for membership to include knowledge of “recovery from serious vaccine injuries.”

The head of the Veterans Affairs Department has repeatedly said that the agency needs to hire more doctors, nurses and other providers “taking care of people on the front line,” even as President Trump seeks to shrink the federal government. But the V.A. has eliminated thousands of medical positions that were left vacant after a wave of resignations and retirements last year, according to a New York Times analysis of internal agency records that have not previously been reported.”

The CDC has found that “the covid-19 vaccine cut the likelihood of emergency department visits and hospitalizations for healthy adults last winter by about half,” Under Kennedy, they’re not going to publish the report. Oh, and “Pfizer has ended its large Phase III Trial of an updated COVID19 vaccine. They were not able to enroll enough people to meet their goal. A major problem is the FDA’s wholly unreasonable demand that people with chronic conditions, who benefit most from the vaccine, not be allowed to participate.”

“The legal battle between the administration and the research community started last February, when the National Institutes of Health abruptly announced it would cap payments for research overhead at 15%. Three lawsuits opposing the caps were immediately filed by state attorneys general and organizations representing private and public universities, hospitals, and academic medical centers. ” In a rare victory for medical/science sanity, the administration has given up the fight. On the other hand, “A lawyer for the Trump administration told a judge on Wednesday that Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has such broad authority over vaccine policy that he could even ​scrap recommendations for measles shots in favor of people deliberately exposing themselves to the virus.”

And on another hand, “The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has temporarily paused testing for rabies and pox viruses, the family of viruses that includes smallpox and mpox, according to an update to the agency’s website on Monday.” It no longer has enough staff with expertise.

Conversion therapy is traumatic and harmful. Banning seems within standard state oversight of medical practice. But because it hurts gays and the right wing likes to hurt gays, SCOTUS has decided bans violate free speech. Unlike restrictions on what doctors can say about abortion …

The Toddler has boasted about cutting drug prices by 1,000 percent. RFK Jr. lies that the Toddler isn’t wrong, he just calculates a special way. As noted at the link, the Toddler is still wrong.

I’ll leave with this snarky assessment from Shakezula following Kennedy’s demand Starbucks prove coffee with sugar in it (not as much as he claims) is safe: “Junior is not a details person. Or a knowledge person. Or a let experts figure this out while I stay in my lane person. He’s a my opinions are always right person and those people are shit at creating policy because everything has to be filtered through their ego. Even when the basis for the opinion is perfectly fine: There’s too much sugar in the average American’s diet, the journey through his brain makes it shitty … He is also an extremely privileged person of the most out-of-touch variety, who recently told people they should eat liver or cheaper cuts of steak if they can’t afford the type of massive steak that is pictured first on his newly released, visually chaotic, dietary guide.

The correct answer was to reel off other protein sources, including foods that aren’t animal based. But that would require details and considering other people’s points of view. He doesn’t want to do that. He wants to ride his food is medicine hobby horse, which involves telling people that if they eat the way he tells them to they won’t get sick. It does not involve helping people purchase the food he says they need to eat. I can’t find any sign he objected to Republican cuts to SNAP benefits. But it’s the ultimate version of the patient as consumer of health care model.”

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Is this a good cover?

I love this quote about cover art from The Look of the Book.

I was reminded of that quote looking at the 1958 cover below, by James Meese. Does it make genre visible?

The cover copy tells us it’s a mystery involving pearls and microfilm. The image gives us the tropics, a beautiful, worried woman in a swimsuit and a villain. Without the copy I think I’d assume it was some kind of “jeop” (‘woman in jeopardy’ story) — with the woman targeted by some kind of stalker. Or maybe a romance. Nothing about the cover says “spy” or “mystery.” Without the cover copy it doesn’t make genre visible.

However the cover does have copy so the genre comes across. I suppose it was reasonable to factor that in and go with a sexy woman as the hook (as so many paperbacks did in that era). Still, it’s at best adequate, nothing special

For another look at the same topic, one of the books I read during my recent Charleston trip was GOOD MOVIES AS OLD BOOKS: Films Reimagined as Vintage Book Covers by Matt Stevens. The premise is exactly what it sounds like. Here are more examples.

Most of the covers look cool. Some of them, like The Usual Suspects and Cast Away, are inspired. However I don’t think most of them would make good real book covers. Where The Usual Suspects is arresting, John Wick doesn’t tell us anything about what makes the movie compelling — hell it doesn’t tell us anything other than it involves a man with a gun. Ditto Say Anything on the book cover. They would not, shall we say, move the merchandise even though they’re pretty.

Part of that’s because Stevens is working primarily in the style of serious, tasteful literary paperbacks as I remember from the 1960s and early 1970s — the kind that, as Look of the Book says, doesn’t do anything so tacky as a vivid cover scene. The subtext is that you’re supposed to pick the book up because it’s Quality, not because it grabbed you with a lurid image (if you check out my cover art posts you’ll find lots of those).

The covers also have a certain sameness after a while (I’d have parceled them out over time but I had to get this back to the library). The book would have been more entertaining if we’d had more variety — the only really off-the-wall one is the psychedelic 1970s style for Fury Road. Great idea, not entirely satisfactory results.

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More photos from my Charleston vacation

After my long, arduous Amtrak ride, my bro picked me up and we arrived at our AirBnB in the Isle of Palms, a small coastal tourist town that reminded me so much of Destin.

The kettle was one I brought, a collapsible kettle TYG bought me for con trips. Good thing I brought it as I didn’t find one in the kitchen. Here’s a look at the outside of the building, with bonus bunny.

The Destin resemblance is that the Isle of Palms on the water, very touristy and many of the rental properties are much in the same style. There’s also a familiar style of tourist shop selling the usual tchotchkes.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a good place to stay. Harris Teeter and some restaurants within walking distance. And the beach. Black-headed gulls seemed to be the dominant gull species, unlike back in the Florida panhandle. Though it was surprisingly hard compared to Durham to find a place with vegetarian meals, let alone vegan for my bro.

Along with the black-headed gulls, they also had flamingos.

Sunday and Monday mornings I visited the beach in the early morning which was cool.

More photos next week!

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The never ending struggle continues: links about resisting the Republican Toddler agenda

“Looking at hundreds of campaigns over the last century, Chenoweth found that nonviolent campaigns are twice as likely to achieve their goals as violent campaigns. And although the exact dynamics will depend on many factors, she has shown it takes around 3.5% of the population actively participating in the protests to ensure serious political change.”

Another corrupt cabinet member goes down. I don’t think it’s a coincidence they’ve all been women so far.

It’s not impossible for Dems to recapture the Senate this year.

I dislike gerrymandering congressional districts for political gain. But as Republicans refuse to give up the practice, I’m pleased Dems are willing to do it too. And in Virginia we won, nullifying last year’s Republican gerrymanders elsewhere. Extra pleased as I contributed GOTV postcards to the effort (a small contribution, but still).

Hungary kicked the autocrat out.

“The people who we are memorializing in these Confederate monuments went to war with their own countrymen over slavery. Over the right to own another person, to force women to have babies and breed, to buck-break Black men.” — from a speech by Georgia Democrats opposing a bill that would anyone to sue over the removal of Confederate monuments. The state House is Repub-controlled but they still couldn’t pass the bill. I also like this quote from historian Kevin Leman at the link; “If you need a law to protect a statue, it’s very likely the case that the problem is the statue.”

The Onion is one step closer to buying InfoWars.

“For the sisters and those volunteers, accompaniment can mean many different things. It can mean bouncing a newborn while the mother organizes her paperwork at immigration court, driving a truck to the owner in Juarez, Mexico, after they’re deported, sending a WhatsApp voice message to a worried mother in Brazil explaining how to find her son through the online ICE locator or preparing a backpack of clean clothes to hand off to someone before their deportation.”

“We know that mass violence happens when people learn to dehumanize “the other,” and when good people decide they can’t be bothered to do anything. There may be a time when it is dangerous to resist, but right now it isn’t. Instead, it is the perfect time to educate yourself and run interference on behalf of those targeted.”

“Arguments about things like birthright citizenship are ultimately really arguments about whether the Constitution should be interpreted as a white supremacist charter, or a rejection of that fundamental interpretive understanding of the meaning of America. And it should be unnecessary to point out that any strictly formal legal answer to that question is necessarily a form of question-begging, since it attempts to enlist norms of formal legal description for normative rather than descriptive ends.

And this is a fancy way of saying that anybody who makes a historical argument for the claim that the 14th amendment doesn’t legalize birthright citizenship is, as a practical political matter, making an argument for white supremacy.” — something for us to keep in mind if we get into that argument.

“When Austin’s kids were born, he stepped back a bit from organizing, but President Donald Trump’s brutal immigration agenda drew him in again. “When I see people kidnapped by ICE, that affects me, because I know what it’s like to be kidnapped by federal agents,” he says. “It affects me physically, like a burning feeling in my stomach.” He worries about the potential impact on his family, but the price of inaction feels steeper. “My kids are teenagers now. I want to be that example to them that despite threats of retaliation and violence, you’ve still got to stand up and fight back.” — from a profile on an activist working against ICE.

Slimy theocrat Roy Moore liked to hit on teenage girls when he was in his thirties. A court just overturned his $8 million defamation lawsuit win on the subject.

The Toddler’s SAVE Act repressing the vote died in the Senate. Though as noted at the link, the Toddler could try an end run.

NPR received its largest-ever donation from a living donor this week when billionaire philanthropist Connie Ballmer gave $80 million to the media organization. Ballmer — a former member of the NPR Foundation’s board told the Wall Street Journal that she poured money into NPR because “we need fact-based journalism, and we need local journalism.” Money matters. Donations matter.

Republicans continue promoting trans hate and anti-trans policies. Kudos to the judges who push back.

Rats like Tucker Carlson are starting to leave the sinking ship of the Toddler administration. As Michelle Goldberg points out, they’re not admitting the Toddler was always a disaster — it’s the Jews or the liberals who made him a train wreck. “In reality, Trump is in charge: not some fantasy alpha-male version playing 12-dimensional chess, but an unstable reality TV huckster with a lust for defiling everything he touches. He’s never been better than this, and he didn’t need to be manipulated to make everything in America worse.”

“I think one of the key challenges of living in an era of internet alienation and rising authoritarianism is finding the will to be sincere, to embrace a certain unvarnished and earnest form of expression in a world where affect and posturing predominate. This means foregoing an aura of coolness or detachment in favor of emotionalism and vulnerability. It means resisting the impulse to cruelty and snark and instead opting for restraint and compassion. And it means being unembarrassed and authentic. In short, it’s not only helpful but vitally important to be cringe.”

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Books that were not what I expected

Discovering a nonfiction book is not what I expected doesn’t mean the book is bad. The CIA Book Club has little to do with the title topic; it’s still an excellent book. Similarly, ONE FINE DAY: Britain’s Empire on the Brink, Sept. 29 1923 by Matthew Parker has very little to do with that date, when Britain gaining control of Palestine meant the Empire ruled one quarter of the world (not counting oceans); Parker’s panoramic survey of the British Empire doesn’t even bring up Palestine or how the British came to take it over.

Nevertheless, the book is a fascinating look at Britain in the first quarter of the 20th century, when the Empire was at its peak — and already starting to slide off it. In India, Nehru and Gandhi are challenging British rule. In Africa, American Marcus Garvey has become an icon inspiring Africans all over to assert themselves as equals to the white man. Australia and other “dominions” are chafing at being subordinate partners, supporting the Empire for very little gain. The hypocrisy of the supposed “white man’s burden” of governing the lesser races wisely was becoming increasingly obvious. And the financial burdens of being a world power were starting to show. It was game over for the Empire, even if that wouldn’t be obvious for a while.

EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS IN HORROR FILMS: A History of Mad Professors, Student Bodies, and Final Exams by Andrew L Grunzke sounded right up my alley — indeed, I half-wondered if the chapter on Jekyll and Hyde would make me kick myself for not reading it sooner. Again, this book was not what I expected, but not in a good way. It spends half its text talking about Frankenstein, Jekyll and Van Helsing, none of whom are known primarily as educators (only a couple of films paint Jekyll as such). When he does get to high-school horror I wasn’t that impressed, and the sloppy errors he makes like asserting Paul Massie in Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll is the first clean-shaven Hyde) make me doubt everything he says about movies I haven’t seen. Plus even though it’s a movie-centric book, I think discussing Buffy with its High School Is Hell themes would have been worthwhile. I’m glad I interlibrary-loaned this rather than buying it.

You may have noticed my movie blog posts occasionally wondering what someone in their twenties would make of this or that movie. I thought Simone Elias’ OLD FILMS, YOUNG EYES: A Teenage Take on Hollywood’s Golden Age might provide an answer. While Elias — who writes a damn sight better than I did at her age — looks at rom-coms, beach party films, film noir and pre-code films, the book is less about her reactions than explaining to people her age why old movies are worth watching, the cultural context they took place in and how much of modern film has its roots in classic Hollywood. I’m obviously not the target audience for a book like that, though (also obviously) that’s not a fault in the book, just a mismatch between book and reader.

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Danger in the jungle! Murders in the building! Movies and TV

Although I’m a fan of the film Jumanji I assumed JUMANJI: Welcome to the Jungle (2017) would be the kind of sequel that fails to recapture any of the original’s charm. My friend Ross caught it last year and recommended it, however, so when it turned up Netflix, I gave it a watch. I’m glad I did.

Not long after the original movie takes place (1995), a young man stumbles across the enchanted game, pays it no attention as he’s into videogames — so Jumanji transforms into what he’s looking for. Unfortunately, he plays it … Years later, a Breakfast Club quartet of teens (jock, pretty face, nerd, nerdy female introvert) get sucked into Jumanji and discover they’re now heroic adventurer Dwayne Johnson, nerdy explorer Jack Black, man-killing martial artist Karen Gillen and trusty sidekick Kevin Hart (I’m surprised the character didn’t object to what a stereotype the Devoted POC Servant is).

The only way home is to beat the game but need I say that won’t be easy? Or that they’ll learn life lessons along the way — though to paraphrase Roger Ebert, while life lessons are a cliche, what makes them interesting is whose learning them. The characters in both worlds were fun; the movie as a whole is more humorous and with less of a horror tinge than its predecessor. Still a winner. “There is literally a penis attached to my body right now.”

The fifth season of ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING opens as the previous season ended, with the doorman of the Arconia dead in the courtyard fountain. Our intrepid podcasters Charles (Steve Martin), Oliver (Martin Short) and Mabel (Selena Gomez) are on the case, with the occasional help of Oliver’s new bride (Meryl Streep). The mystery soon spreads to involve the mob (including Mafia wife Tea Leoni), a casino in the basement, billionaires Renee Zellwegger and Christopher Waltz and someone making offers on all the apartments in the Arconia — will the season end with everyone having to move out and away? I wondered if this was setting up for a season ender, which I imagine is what Hulu wanted — they didn’t announce S6 until the day the final episode dropped. Fun, as always. “I’m not a Bond villain, though I do own a white cat. And my father does have an office on the side of a mountain.”

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I thought I would spring back into writing this week …

I came back from my Charleston trip refreshed and rested, ready to write. Only of course getting in at 7 Monday night, I limited Tuesday to blogging and attending to bills and such — I knew I wouldn’t be on top of anything more challenging

(Photos are from a visit to the Charleston Tea Garden, which was very cool).

Wednesday and Thursday I got back into the swing of things. I sent off two stories, “All Happy Families” and “Mage’s Masquerade,” the first submissions since a year ago. I started work on the Local Reporter story due at the end of the month. And I reread the 40 percent of Let No Man Put Asunder that I haven’t worked on yet. I wanted to refresh my mind about what came next so I could structure the story better.

As I thought, there are several characters, including the mercenaries Peacock and Mountebank, who drop out of the story. I’ll have to work them back in. I still need to strengthen Mandy’s character arc (also a problem I was aware of). The climax needs a massive reworking; fortunately I have the new climax already in mind. I’m also unsure whether to set this up as a duology, my original concept, or leave it reasonably standalone with options for a sequel.

I’d intended to start the next bit of rewriting today; didn’t happen. After several nights of rough sleep, I made up for it by oversleeping, which threw me off. A bigger problem is that while I’ve diagnosed the problems with the story, I haven’t figured out the remedy. I think my mind needs to process a little more. So today wasn’t as productive as I expected. Next week maybe — but I have a lot of Local Reporter work to do, and some household IRL duties. We’ll see.

Over at Atomic Junk Shop I wrote about what supervillains think about their portrayal in comic books, And songs that make me wonder what happened after the last lyric.

(The warning sign is because the tea fields include cottonmouth, rattlers and coral snakes).

In other news, the dogs are over their digestive issues and in great shape. Trixie missed me while I was gone and was happy to have me back. Here’s a photo of my little angel and one of her toys to wrap up the week with.

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That endless Amtrak ride into the night …

Earlier this year, my sister Tracy proposed she, me and my brother Craig have a vacation somewhere. Craig and I agreed. After some discussion, we settled on Charleston SC for the destination. I didn’t want to drive — four hours when I don’t know where I’m going or what sort of traffic/intersections/merging I might be facing didn’t suit me at all. Flying would be at least $500 and that’s with 30 to 45 minutes to change planes in Charlotte NC. TYG suggested Amtrak, I said hmmm. Sure enough it would only be $160 round trip, leave around 10 AM, get in at 5PM.

Well before I boarded the train last Thursday, Amtrak had extended my stopover when I change trains to five hours, so I was now getting in around 10PM. Still better than flying, particularly with all the chaos lately. I showed up at the Raleigh station —

— where we learned the train would be delayed by a half-hour. Annoying but not a huge disaster; I’d still make my connection and what difference did it make which station I delayed at? The same held true as the delay grew and grew before we finally left a little before 1 PM. However the delays did make me frustrated.

We finally pulled in at Wilson NC, a sleepy little Southern town with a small, old-fashioned station.

According to a sign by the train tracks, Wilson is NC’s “first gigabit city.” Sleepy though it looks, it launched a city owned broadband network to provide residents with Internet access. Which is cool. That part of Wilson, though, was not that exciting to sit in for several hours. The drug store across the street was literally selling nothing but prescription and OTC drugs; the cafe was closed. I’d eaten a large breakfast and brought some snacks but by that point in the day, I wouldn’t have minded a small cafeteria. No such luck.

And then my second train got delayed too. And delayed. And delayed. Until finally we left 90 minutes late, with a corresponding impact on my arrival time. And riding a largely empty train in the pitch-black night is not much fun.

The ride back was smooth so I don’t think Amtrak’s become enshittified — perhaps I just caught them on a bad day? I did make it Charleston, regardless, and had a wonderful time. More photos to come.

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