I’ve talked about the sights but what about the people?  At the risk of being general, they’ve all be so nice and polite and friendly.

A few have stood out, though, as … note-worthy.

When I checked out this morning, there was a fellow in the middle of the parking lot, standing in the sun, singing to Jesus.  At the top of his lungs.  Singing loud and proud.  It wasn’t a song I recognized, the only words I could make out were Jesus, fucking Jesus, oh Jesus, and, of course, Lord Jesus.  To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I should even make eye contact, so I ignored him and went about my merry business.  It could be that if I stayed, there would have been more of a message.

When I ate this morning, there was a pair of soldiers sitting in a booth and an older lady came in and made a bee-line over towards them.  I thought she knew them, being a small town and all but no, she marched up to them and thanked them for their service to the country.

I love that I see this in America.  I love that their soldiers get thanked for their service.  I’m not sure if it meant anything to the young men, and man they looked young, but it was a nice gesture.

It makes sense for a town like Barstow.  Several HUGE bases nearby and recruiting magazines in the hotels and restaurants.  It’s a place that would rely on military personnel.

Lastly, there seems to be one idiot wandering around all sorts of abandoned buildings.  Hey, ok, that’s me but it was funny to watch all the truckers in Ludlow looking at me like I was weird in the head.  They all stopped talking and, with cups of coffee in their meaty hands, all shifted to see what I was up to, since, apparently, because not a lot of people go over to see a ruined house.

See, weirdoes all over the desert.