http://peacefile.org/wordpress/?p=226CAMP CASEY, TX (Aug 11) Thursday is only a few minutes young, but Cindy Sheehan is already running late. Rumors are percolating that police will swoop into Camp Casey at midnight to arrest everyone, and she dare not be late for a date like that. So she says, “I really have to go now,” and takes her leave from the soft light and murmur of the Crawford Peace House lawn. Before she goes however she does have time to say that her fever is getting a little better.
Among the dozen or more activists who remain at the Peace House, Sandy sits on the front porch looking toward Cedar Rock Parkway, the two-lane highway that runs East-West. About 12:30, Sandy sees a cop car speeding West, then another at 12:37, but the rumors and signs add up to to zero as other activists ask, "did you see the cop cars at the convenience store?" Apparently the law enforcement professionals were speeding to their coffee break.
Tomorrow’s History Today: Camp Casey TX Up Close
http://peacefile.org/wordpress/?p=228CAMP CASEY, TX (Aug 11-Part Two) With a dozen or more activists still unbedding themselves from the floors of the Crawford Peace House, and with the push-pot of coffee in the kitchen already pumping dry, I think about that tall cup that Cindy Sheehan was holding this morning and decide to follow her lead to Crawford’s Coffee Station across the tracks.
Trains this morning have headed due north along this Burlington Northern Santa Fe line. Either they tow flatcars double-stacked with cargo from port Houston, hoppers that could carry Texas lignite coal, or tanker cars filled with the number one Texas export: stocks from the Texas chemical coast (although if these cars are headed north, they probably are not bound for the number one purchaser of Texas exports: China). As one train last evening made a blinking light out of the setting sun I counted 79 flashes between cars.
A couple of good pieces by our own DUer Greg Moses.
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