Dear you:
The first world tour for POTUS is over. But not really. This golf cart incident bothers me only a little bit; however, this bit is part of a continuing BIG LEAGUE state of bafflement.
Sir, can you not walk? Get on the ground like other leaders. Try it.
I don't have an agenda against golf carts. Why would I? But this people-mover just keeps popping up in my life. Right here in Inlet Beach, FL, the cartage carnage was on as every visitor and/or resident seemed unable to use his/her legs to travel the hundred or so feet to the beach. Everywhere, these little carts enabling the out-of-body viewing experience. It seems riders want to "see" and not "feel". Disembodied eyes and mouths.
Yet another moment of car-culture existence, extended into leisure.
Dear neighbors and visitors: Please hit the ground. Move. Feel it. Once you feel it, I think you (we) might be viscerally connected to where you (we) are and why you (we) need to care.
Post-Memorial Day, I memorialize mobility in the flesh.
Move.
Love,
Joyce
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