We were Wareham a good deal of today. We’re in Plymouth now. Greater Wareham, including Carver, has a different name in our lexicon for the clued-in nature of some of its inhabitants. This could be a long post. Please read on:

Response to our “9/11 Truth” signs has been generally favorable since last Friday when we started from Provincetown. Today, Thursday the 19th, has been exceptional.

It started inauspiciously, with the need to go out and get a plunger for the toilet in our Spartan motel room. It was raining, and a check through a relative more Internet-savvy than I information determined that it was likely to rain today in and around Boston.

We get on foot at about 8:30. This morning’s toots of approval are initially less than we’re accustomed to. But not bad.

Then we encounter Dana, who has pulled his small SUV into a parking lot just ahead and waits for us to approach. He’s on board with our slant on the attacks of September 2001 – which is mostly that we know what COULD NOT POSSIBLY have happened: the government’s explanation. Dana is most curious about what keeps most people either unconcerned about the causes of that mass murder or hostile to any but the official accounts. We say we think most people are influenced by what they read or don’t read, see or don’t see, in the news media, which is in sinc with the official narratives on 9/11. I say people have been hypnotized by generations of TV, dumbed down to accept its versions of what’s going on; that a form of psy-ops has kept people compliant to officialese from newspapers (including the New York Times) and TV (including PBS) and radio (including NPR). Well, I didn’t include all of that, but he got the message: Americans are well and truly propagandized from all directions. Dana has studied 9/11 over the years and has been discouraged that his friends and coworkers are docile acceptees of official accounts.

No sooner have we bid Dana good-bye than an old Lincoln Town Car rolls up in the same parking lot with a couple roughly our age in it.

“How about a coffee and a sandwich,” the driver smiles.

“Where?” I say looking around. We would like to get out of the rain.

“Right here,” he says and his wife starts handing him cups of hot coffee and egg and ham sandwiches from a Cumberland Farms up the road.

We don’t talk long in the rain, but they’re apparently with us. And we are on our way. We didn’t get their names.

A couple of miles up the road a woman has parked her small SUV and has her window down. She beams at us. One of the first things she does is give us each $20 as a donation, based entirely on her seeing our “9/11 Truth” signs. Her brother in Florida has been researching 9/11 independently for years, which has infected her with the same dissatisfaction with the official story that is enforced by the news media. Seeing us walking along in the rain with our signs was therefore a joy. We talk for several minutes with her smiling at us as if in gratitude that someone is not going along with the government’s accounts. Before letting us go she hands us a pen with her business’s name on it (she’s the boss), and we go our separate ways. We say she can sign a petition online at the 9/11 Truth Action Project website for a new, comprehensive investigation of the attacks.

We thought the Cape was supportive. Wareham was more so.

Once over the line in Carver, it’s raining harder and we’re in the market for lunch at a roadside eatery. Garden salads with all the fixings including local cranberries, washed down with a shared Coke do the trick, and we have the – ample – “half” a sandwich wrapped for the road. A staffer takes our picture with her phone after we write down the URL of this blog site and sign it with today’s date along with the URL of 911tap.org. The big reason is that her son, who owns a business down the road, has been studying 9/11 for years. She says to stop in and say hello. We do. He’s happy to see us and we share perspectives.

We continue on. The rain has not abated. We’re slower, in part because water has added weight to our clothes and packs.

Some miles later, a late-model sedan has stopped and its driver wants to talk. We ask if there’s a motel within a few miles. No. We talk more about matters concerning 9/11 truthers, of which he is one and a well-informed one at that. It continues to rain. We weigh the merits of various options open to us for getting a dry place to stay, then accept his offer to drive us to a Plymouth motel, drop us off and pick us up in the morning at a specified hour early enough for him to get to work after dropping us off where he found us. This young man (name and other info not supplied out of concern for his privacy) is obviously brilliant. He’s fun. Our conversation is fascinating and uplifting.

We are warm and dry now at the Plymouth motel. Some of our cargo is drying out. Bruce was asleep but was awoken by a daughter’s phone call. I want to be asleep in a bit. Should I have my half of the half sandwich beforehand? Probably.

(It should be noted that a lot of information has been left out. We are grateful to so many people. This is not a chronological account, and we’ll go back and fill in the gaps. The support has been encouraging and often fun.)

Good night!

– Mark