Sorry to all of you who have been hanging on every entry at this site. Both of you. It’s been crazy.
Briefly, bused to Worcester from Pittsfield on Wednesday the 2nd, were picked up by the estimable Dennis and Timothy, ferried to the Westboro Shopping Plaza where we feasted on the buffet at the Mayuri Indian Restaurant. They do it right. It’s one of three in a Boston-area Mayuri chain. Across the parking lot to a Big Y to get me some sun block before Tim and Dennis left with our backpacks in the trunk. Much faster and easier without the packs.
On the 12-mile stretch with “9/11 TRUTH” signs fore and aft, we counted roughly 20 positive signals from motorists for the one or (possibly) two against, the latter vulgar of course.
Approaching Worcester we were informed by an Ocean State Job Lot sign that it was 87 degrees F. at 4:06, and by a Herb Chambers Ford place that it was 90 degrees F. at 4:20. Two lads working there walked across the parking lot of a Lexus dealership to hand us bottles of Maine springwater labeled Lexus Elite something or other.
We were sitting in the shade resting near the entrance of a pizza place when up drives a Hispanic couple with two small kids, Alexander and Annie. The father asked us about the signs. He had researched the Dallas JFK murder in 1963 and 9/11 in 2001 was entirely with us on the latter. We were with him that the Warren Commission report was complete hooey. We agreed it was a coup d’état.
On the way stopped at a business run by a former student of Bruce’s, doubled recently in size. He took down several website addresses including this one and we were on our way, each with a free pad promoting the business. The proprietor not surprised at our take on 9/11, but like millions of Americans he has been so immersed on matters closer to home that have kept him from researching it.
Good discussion on many topics Wednesday evening at Tim’s house in Worcester outside in the driveway over several varieties of Berkshire Beer and chili Tim made from his mother’s recipe.
Up and out of the house with our packs before 8 the next morning and breakfast at Nu Kitchen in a repurposed manufacturing plant on Chandler Street before heading west toward Brookfield and other friends of Bruce’s, both way better versed on matters 9/11 than I.
Every block or three getting out of Worcester and up, up, up into Leicester on Route 9 elicited memories of when Bruce taught at Worcester State and ate here with these people or knew a student who did this or that there.
With all sorts of detail left out, this account arrives to around midday yesterday, Thursday the 3rd. It’s time for bed.
– Mark
Great to have news on Mark and Bruce’s Great Adventure pouring in again, the only drawback for an armchair activist like the present writer being that each time I read a post I feel a little bit lazier and my self-image goes down another notch. Oh well … perhaps next lifetime. I wonder if the other member of the reading audience feels the same.
Delighted to hear about all the signs of approval from the passing motorists. When all is said and done, I believe we actually do have a chance to succeed with the 9/11 truth movement, thanks in no small way to this new-fangled thing called the Internet. I think over time the evidence presented by the YouTube videos is getting through to an audience slowly but steadily increasing in size. And there is no rational person on this planet who can deny that building 7 is the Achilles’ heel of the perpetrators and that a thorough investigation is called for if we don’t want to rule of law to collapse into meaninglessness and tyranny to carry the day. This cannot be denied.
And beyond the Internet, we have the determined efforts of fearless patriots marching confidently over hill and dale to alert sister and fellow citizens to impending danger. Paul Revere, take two.