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Louisville to D.C. (Haiti in Waiting)

Arrived in D.C. yesterday, after a somewhat tiring drive. 10 hours in a car with rain pounding down virtually the whole time. Thank God for the CD player. A car is a pretty decent place to listen to music, too. The CD list provided in the first posting was the playlist for the journey. Must say Mike Reed’s latest is the best thing I’ve heard all year. Really excellent Chicago Jazz. Their scene is just great. ¡Viva AACM!

I’m home now. Back in D.C. Yes, I do have my stuff in Louisville, but never feel like I belong. Here? I belong. Roots sink into the ground, and I get most of the things I need to keep/make me happy.  Nourishment for the mind and soul. Only a FT gig is missing. My dear friends are again kind enough to let me stay a few nights, pre-Haiti, and it is always such a blessing to be with them.

Steps to Haiti are underway. Went to St. John’s Lutheran Church in Alexandria, VA, this morning, the church who are sponsoring the trip. The congregation was kind enough to pay for room and board for the 12 of us going. Pastor Campbell, the associate pastor, went last year, and gave me some idea of what to expect. Of course, that was pre-quake. But I have more of a sense now than before. I do know to keep my eyes open, mouth shut, and to expect the unexpected. Especially now. Pastor C. is a good cat, by the way. We’re taking some needed medical supplies—don’t get too amped up. It’s the kind of stuff most of you have in your bathrooms, cars or boats even. But there? Gauze is at a premium. And food we can carry, like energy bars or drink mixes that contain a high electrolyte benefit. It’s bloody hot there now.

The photo is the Village of Hope in Croix-des-Boquet, Haiti. One of the places I’ll be working. A school and hospital for handicapped kids. It’s about 40 minutes outside of Port-Au-Prince, to the east.

I’m getting psyched. Hora Zero approaches. Just remember not to have any preconceived notions, because now, everything you know is wrong. That may be overstating things. But it has to be closer to the truth than the alternative.

Selah.