Saturday, January 5, 2008 - Jena, LA
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I took a quick look around at their museum and grounds, did my laundry, dumped the waste tanks, took on fresh water, and left shortly after noon to continue on down the Natchez Trace Parkway to Natchez, Mississippi where I plan to head west on US 84 to cross the Mississippi River, Louisiana, and half of Texas.
Fuel mileage: 13 miles per gallon
At Jena, Louisiana I gassed up before parking for the night at Wal-Mart. I wanted to see what effect the easy easy driving and the new catalytic converter had on my gas mileage. The effect was dramatic. Gas mileage went from my usual 8.5 to 9 miles per gallon to an amazing 13 miles per gallon on this first tank with the new catalytic converter. An easy 50 mph run with an easy breathing engine makes quite the combination. I never dreamed I'd see a 13 miles per gallon from this old puppy. These were exceptionally easy miles and I don't expect to average any where near 13 mpg but it looks like there's a good possibility of topping 10 mpg as an average. We'll take it.
Night Camp
Wal-Mart Parking Lot in Jena AL
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Jena, LA
Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #498, 3670 West Oak Street, Jena, LA 71342 - (318) 992-1351
When Hope Dies
When you give up on hope, something even better happens than it not killing you, which is that in some sense it does kill you. You die. And there's a wonderful thing about being dead, which is that they—those in power—cannot really touch you anymore. Not through promises, not through threats, not through violence itself. Once you're dead in this way, you can still sing, you can still dance, you can still make love, you can still fight like hell—you can still live because you are still alive, more alive in fact than ever before. You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.
And who is left when that you dies? You are left. Animal you. Naked you. Vulnerable (and invulnerable) you. Mortal you. Survivor you. The you who thinks not what the culture taught you to think but what you think. The you who feels not what the culture taught you to feel but what you feel. The you who is not who the culture taught you to be but who you are. The you who can say yes, the you who can say no.