In Rockland near the beginning of our ninth day walking and talking. Lots of encouraging and occasionally flavorful encounters yesterday – as usual – but were too tired after about 18 miles walking but post anything about it. Should post tonight. Thanks for reading.

– Mark

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

After many cloudy days, today was sunny (but not warm and with headwind, the price you pay for a clear day traveling west).

A typical day of many thumbs up, honks, waves, etc. Two motorists pulled over to talk, one of them Shep Williams, landscape architect, who joined AE911T but only as associate member, not being “the right kind” of architect. He had thought for “about four seconds” the airplane could have significantly damaged WTC1 before he recognizied controlled demolition.

A charming couple in their 30s waiting for a bus in Wareham, crossed the street to talk. They seemed to have open minds though being as yet minimally informed about 9/11. The young gentleman thought the aircraft could well have blown up the top section of WTC1, but not the rest of it … he smelled a rat. We gave them a flyer and this web address, shook hands, exchanged first names, and parted company.

Earlier Mark and I had discussed whether to heed the warning of the day before from Sam Cochrane, of the tightness and narrowness of MA3A; decided to seek a more inland route, hence the sojourn through Wareham on MA28. Route 3A had been chosen in the first place in order to hook up with Sam and his wife Chrissy, and we’d done that.

Lunched at a flavorful local joint, Canal Cafe, hard by Sagamore Bridge over the canal.

– Bruce

We came via Hyannis with hopes of talking with someone at the Cape Cod Times about our walk and the reasons for it. That conversation was not to be, though, for reasons we’ll get into another time. We visited only the Times lobby before heading on.

Up Main Street a few doors is the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Museum. We stopped to say hello and I said I’d be back when I had time to do justice to it. We told two staffers in the front office what we were doing in town: walking with our four “9/11 Truth” signs from Provincetown to the New York State border to help increase public awareness of the fraudulent nature of the 9/11 Commission’s Report on the attacks of September 2001. We said it wasn’t any better than the Warren Commission’s report pinning JFK’s murder on Lee Harvey Oswald as the lone gunman in Dallas.

Their polite smiles were replaced by slightly altered not-exactly smiles and they declined comment except to wish us a good journey.

There’s more to today, but it’s well after 10 and I’m going to bed.

— Mark

Wanting to talk to the editors of The Cape Cod Times in Hyannis, we had segued from MA6A to MA28 (nominal north) April 14, thereby mandating a loop through Chatham before heading straight west toward Hyannis.

Sunday April 15 we attended the 10:00 AM Episcopal service at Church of the Holy Spirit, Orleans, before proceeding to Chatham and beyond.

Back on the road it was mostly positive feedback: honks, waves, thumbs up, V-signs. One woman on foot said: “You are my heroes;” gave us some large peppermint lifesavers.

Two teen-aged girls pulled up in a car in a parking lot to see what was up, driver said: “We were one, maybe two [when the event (9/11) happened].” We mentioned the existence of many websites and books but missed an opportunity to give them a TAP flyer.

Expecting some negative feedback, we got it April 15 from a driver pulling away in a parking lot: “Why don’t you guys go f___k yourselves — a__holes!”

Probably made about 11 miles on April 15 after an estimated, 7 and 9 the two prior days; 27 miles in all the first three days.

Today April 16 Patriot’s Day was cold and blustery but with wind from behind or quartering. Out of Chatham on MA28 north we crossed Harwich in all its various adjectival forms, Dennis, into West Yarmouth only one mile from Hyannis: 16 miles.

We spoke to Matthew in his 20s, who parked his pickup truck and walked back to us, driven by curiosity about what we were selling. Listened receptively after allowing he was “a conservative.” We gave him a TAP flyer and the address of this blog.

Many thumbs up, honks, V-signs, etc, no F-words.

— Bruce

. . . on the road and we’re in Chatham for the night. We’ve walked about 27 miles on Routes 6, 6A, and 28. Cold and windy out, but at least no snow as we heard there was in Boston. Response largely positive from people on sidewalks and elsewhere. (More on this another day.)

From motorists big smiles, various kinds of friendly beeps on car and truck horns, V signs, waves, thumbs up. All they see are the square signs we tied to our chests and backpacks reading “9/11 Truth” in orange-bordered letters and numbers on white.

On the eve of the walk most of the small crowd that attended our Provincetown Library talk – perhaps 15 people in all – was with us before we opened our mouths. Q&A lasted an hour of good discussion. A retired couple unfamiliar with the topic beforehand asked a lot of questions, signed the 9/11 Truth Action Project petition to Congress after the talk, and on Friday surprised us by showing up in their car a few miles out to wish us well.

The petition reads in part: “I hearby petition for, and demand, an independent, comprehensive investigation, satisfying all standards specified by the 9/11 Truth Action Project, including subpoena power, testimony under oath, and study of all available evidence, leading to transparency and accountability for the crimes of September 11, 2001, and justice for its victims.”

Several others at the event signed the petition as well. So far on the road we have gathered only five signatures for it, mostly because the hundreds of people in cars and trucks are on their way somewhere and can’t stop.

If you didn’t know about the petition, please visit the 9/11 Truth Action Project website at  https://www.911tap.org/  and spend some time with it. You can sign the petition online.

Our apologies for not posting from the road until now. We’ll try to do so every day.

— Mark

Here’s introducing the website of our trans-Massachusetts walk to call attention to widely unknown information about the attacks of September 11, 2001, known as “9/11,” and to demand a new, independent and honest investigation.

We’ll speak this Sunday at 9 at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church here in Pittsfield (near the New York State line), and again next Thursday, April 12, at 6 p.m. at the public library in Provincetown at the eastern tip of Cape Cod. Then we’ll start walking westward, talking with as many people as we can who want to talk with us.

We can use all the help any of you can give us (more on that later).

Thanks for visiting, and please revisit often.

Bruce Henry and Mark Miller of Pittsfield, MA