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Chapter 1

Wednesday, December 7.

            I’ve been traveling all last night and today crossing Louisiana, and Mississippi.   Traveling over the Mississippi river was exciting because I saw it just as the sun was coning up.  I now find myself in a rough little town called Demopolis, Alabama.  I checked into a cheesy motel along the main strip (highway 80) at 18:00 - across from a Taco Bell.  This is not a pleasant place to be knowing that the California plates on my van and trailer have drawn more than a few glances from the highly noticeable thriving crime element here.

            Hungry, I walked across the street to the Taco Bell.  It was just getting dark, and the prostitutes were out in full view - on a Wednesday night.  Those gals don’t miss a trick.  At about 22:00, before going to sleep, I went out to check my rig and was approached by a young black woman.

            “Excuse me, do you have a match?” she called out from a distance.

            She approached quickly.  She was wearing tight pink pants and a white jacket.  She didn’t look particularly clean or healthy, and the greasy dreadlocks in her hair didn’t help her appearance either.

            “No, sorry,” I replied.  “Are you out working tonight?”

            “Yeah, are you interested?”

            “Can’t say I am.  I know you’ve got to eat, but might you be better off finding another line of work.  You’re doing a dangerous thing, not to mention the risk of terrible diseases.  There is a God in Heaven you know.” 

            “You’re probably right.  But I do gotta eat.  You sure you’re not interested?” she repeated.  I declined and off she went, as quickly as she came, asking some other fellow for a match.

Thursday, December 8.

            I finally arrived in Walterboro, South Carolina at 20:00.  Though It was getting dark, I can see a definite improvement between this town and Demopolis.  I got very little rest there, but here I’ll sleep well..  I left Deomopolis early and hit Montgomery around 9:30.  A mix up on the road system sent me back in the wrong direction, and the episode cost a hour loss in time.  Other than that, the trip was without event. 

            While traveling through Georgia, I came to a traffic detour where cars were stopped by law enforcement.  Drivers were handed brochures and asked opinions about a possible new intrastate rail system to replace excessive highway usage.  I found that quite curious knowing that the powers that be dislike the idea of people moving about freely.  A rail system is the perfect control mechanism. 

            Upon arriving in Walterboro, I stopped at a restaurant called The Waffle House.  It is just off the highway next to a large fireworks store.  It has been a long time since I’ve seen a legal fireworks stand, let alone one so grand.  I started talking to the two women working in the restaurant.  One was about 50 years old and black, and the other an average looking 30 year old tall white woman who smoked a cigarette.  The younger woman spoke with remarkable diction and intelligence.  This encouraged me to converse with her more intently as I finished my meal and prepared to leave.  She’s a Christian and I asked her which Bible she reads, and she indicated it was the New International Version.  I witnessed to her about the superiority of the King James Version, telling her about the New Age Cult connection to all the new translations.  At first she was hostile to the idea so I gave her specific examples of the corruption in the new texts..  Then her face became very bright.

            “Let me tell you, I’m a new Christian and just left behind a life in the New Age movement.  What you are saying makes so much sense now, I believe you could be absolutely right,” she exclaimed.

            I gave her some information and told her that I would try to see her again and give her some more stuff.  It is good to find intelligent and seeking people once in a while.  I told her also to get a clue from the Bible titles; for example, “New International Version” really matches the phrase “New World Order!”  Because Satan “must needs to boast”.

            It looks like it will rain tomorrow.

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