Go Bus

I had a breakfast buffet in my Days Inn where there were three other men and one woman dining. No one talked to each other. That wouldn’t happen in Ireland.

I took the 6:30 Go Bus east through Ohio to Marietta, where my mom was waiting. I had a great conversation with Ned the driver about what that hell has happened in this country. I’ve had a sense of dread about coming to America and I’ve been wary of seeing any Trump-inpsired misbehaviour. Ned, a 65-year-old African American, feels like everything is going to be OK. He thinks people are going to get engaged on the local level and things will turn around.

I asked him what he thought of Obama’s record. He felt Obama should have been more aggressive with the Republican leadership--in-their-face aggressive. He also think things took a turn for the worst when AG Holder left. And he thinks Obama was weakened by having to cut ties with the minister whose name I can’t remember.

Ned worked as an umpire all over the country. He found that he was harder on black teams than on white teams to prove to the white umpires that he was “fair.” When he became aware of it, he stopped doing it. He thinks Obama was weaker for playing that game.

When I left him, he told me to tell my husband that he’s a lucky guy. What a nice thing to say.
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