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07/14/2007 Entry: "Pome-what? Pomeroy!"

This morning we woke up in the basement of Laura and Roger's wonderful home. They fixed up a hearty breakfast for us, and served it on their exotic Wedgewood china. There was oatmeal with strawberry sauce, toast, cherries and apples, and orange juice. All this was ready by 6 am since they knew we had to get an early start. Boy, it was scrumptious! We took whatever was left for breakfast with us along the road. We talked a little more (they were so friendly and easy to talk to) before packing our bags and heading out. And so this morning we left Waitsburg and rode 38 miles to Pomeroy. The only other major town along the way was Dayton, about 8 miles past Waitsburg. It seemed like Dayton had some significance for Lewis and Clark.

The first few miles were uphill, followed by a huge downhill where I was just flying down. The rest of the journey was rolling hills. Many of the hills were covered in lavender (or something of a beautiful purple color). But since it was 35 miles without a water break, it got a bit tiring, and I had to sing to myself to make the miles go by faster. Now we will stay overnight in Pomeroy at the local park, and then to Ida-HO we GO..

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OK, I must love you, Ariel, because I have listened to 'Arms for the Love of America' over and over to try and get the words. (You know, there are some better tunes and words on that Big Band tape! I'll have to turn it into iPod fodder so you will have it in all its glory!) There are some words that don't seem to make sense, no matter how many times I replay them. This is a disclaimer for Seager, Karen and Min Wah, call to hear the tune yourself as I am afraid for your sanity for the next 2000 miles!

-lots of drums, brass and marching music-

A-R-Ms(drawn out)for the love of America
They speak in a foreign land
With waepons in every hand.
Whatever they try we've gotta reply
In a language that they understand.

A-R-Ms for the love of America
And for the love of every mother's son
Who's depending on the work that must be done
By the man behind the man behind the gun.

They're in the camps and in the training schools.
Now give them the tools; they gotta have tools.
Recall them from the factories and farms.
Now give them the arms; they gotta have arms.

ARMs for the love of America.
We've gotta get in the race
And work at a lively pace.
They say over here, we've nothing to fear,
But let's get ready just in case.

ARMs for the love of America.
And for the love of every mother's son.
For the fight for freedom can be lost a word
For the man behind the man behind the gun.

(Spoken or shouted, whatever gets you up and going!)
"You want language which they understand?"
"We speak it, Brother!"
"Speak it loud!"
"We speak it in the mines and mills, munition plants, assembly lines and navy yards and factories."
"You want to hear a word or two? OK, here's how that language sounds."
-machine gun fire, oh, and bugles-
"Yeah, the stutter of rivet guns, the whirl of blades, the clang of steel. That's the language they understand!"
"We speak it, Brother; speak it loud!"
"We're American working men!"
"Behind the man behind the gun!
We forge the arms, we roll the steel, refine the oil, machine the parts; make powder in aluminum. Engines, mortars and merchant men, and tanks and shells and fighting planes."
"That's the language they understand!"
"We swing a sledge or draw a plan; we run a press or set a gauge; we drive a truck or keep the books. We work with muscle or with brain. Whatever job, it's one job, now. Arms, more arms, for America!"
"That's the language they understand!"
"Month to month, we make thousands of planes,"
"Just a whisper; wait till we shout!"
"More thousands of engines for them,"
"Just a whisper; wait till we shout!"
"Rifles and cannons, thousands of 'em! Merchant ships, thousands of tons. Millions of tons of steel; millions of barrels of oil. Millions! Millions!"
"Figures, figures, figures; wait till we shout! Louder and louder, day by day. In tanks and shells and fighting planes. Engines, mortars and merchant men, until they quiver at the sound!"
-machine gun fire, but, surprisingly, no bugles-
"That's the language they understand!"
"Speak it, Brother; speak it loud!"

(back into song)
A-R-Ms for the love of America.
We've gotta get in the race
And work at a lively pace.
They say over here, we've nothing to fear
But let's get ready, just in case.

ARMs for the love of America.
And for the love of every mother's son.
For the fight for freedom can be lost in a word
For the man behind the man behind the gun.
For the man behind the man behind the gun.

I really want to know who the 'they' are here.
With love, AA

Posted by Auntie Anne @ 06/27/2007 11:59 PM CST

I can only be an 'expert' for a few more days of your riding. The purple on the hills and canyons around Alpowa Summit are vetch. (I believe I've gone this way more in the last month than for quite some time!)

Posted by Auntie Anne @ 06/24/2007 11:30 PM CST

glad to see you're all still alive. seager: got the check, yay money.
Ariel: got the note. Thanks a bunch, i'm totally jealous. I'll see you guys when you get to iowa.

Posted by Mark @ 06/22/2007 09:39 PM CST

It sounds like Laura and Roger may be worthy recipients of the Kennedy-Darling Most Awesome Host in the World Award.

Posted by Ariel @ 06/21/2007 03:30 PM CST

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