Detour

I had wanted to take y'all on a trip to Detroit, the years 1959-1972. The Decade of Motown Domination, but as of late I have been distracted by the following:

1. Grassroots organizing/party-giving. I planned an executed a wonderful party to raise awareness about Burma and the political situation there. I can say it was wonderful party because in the end all 8 people who came said they really enjoyed it. I am happy for that. I cooked Burmese food. We watched a 14 minute video on Burma and talked about it. Drank beer and ate cake. I was disappointed that all the other people who said they would come didn't. It makes me feel sad.

2. It would cost over 500 dollars to fly to South Dakota. No trains travel through South Dakota. SD is one of the hardest places to get to. My great aunt gloria is there. It's were my grandma is from. I had wanted to go visit because my mom is going there to check on my ailing auntie. but alas, it seems impossible. SD no one knows it, no one explores it. Someday i will have to drive through it and stop and visit with my roots (pronounced in the southern indiana way: ruts).

3. A saddish feeling. I can not put my finger on it.
4. Dreams about grocery shopping.

5. There is beer in my fridge. If you come over, you can have one and we can have a grill out (that's what they call BBQs here in Indiana).

6. The end.