*FRI July 4th* It was a lazy day. I got up by 7:30 and heard that the Culbertson Fire Dept was serving a biscuit and gravy breakfast with orange juice and cinnamon roll. The pastor’s wife volunteered to do laundry for us. So first thing in the morning I put my laundry in a bag on her back porch. Then I went down to the fire station and had breakfast. When I got back to the church I discovered that the Marchers that didn’t want the Fire Dept’s breakfast were cooking scrambled eggs and fried potatoes. I added some scrambled eggs to my breakfast. We identified our place in the town’s 4th of July parade, lined up and waited for the parade to start. There were 2 guitarists and we sang Izzy’s repertoire of songs: one of them was *This Land Is Your Land.* We also handed out NE Interfaith Power and Light flyers that emphasized our stand against Keystone Pipeline. A woman who was at least my age, stopped me. She said, “China is the biggest polluter. We won’t be able to stop climate change if China continues polluting.” I discovered that I didn’t have a response. I agreed and moved on in the parade. Later I reflected: 1. We’ve set the example and China has adopted/copied our Consume-and-Throw-Away-Lifestyle. 2. The US—Walmart as an example—imports a massive amount of goods manufactured in China, because of low prices. 3. So first of all the US must change our lifestyle in order to give China a new lifestyle to copy. 4. And then the US must put a tariff on things manufactured in China and begin building our own economy with new jobs. Izzy is strong on Buddhism. He’s spent a lot of time at Omega Institute. He's invited me to bring Lin and visit the Omega Institute in NY. When we got back from the parade, I asked him if he was aware of the times when he practiced “compassion” and aware of the times when he was without compassion. He indicated that he was aware of some times when he practiced compassion. I told him that I wondered about compassion when he sang *This Land Is Your Land.* And that I found myself refusing to sing that song after I spent some time with Native Aborigines in Australia, and Kikuyu tribesmen in Kenya. And when I returned to W. IA, I realized that we had stolen *This Land* from the Native Americans living near us. After the parade we had an impromptu lunch at the church then I checked with the pastor’s wife about my laundry. She indicated that she had seen the bag and then it disappeared before she got it inside. I checked the campsite and discovered that someone had moved it from the porch to the campsite. I got it back to her and she got it done by mid-afternoon. I hung my laundry on the line and it dried by late afternoon. The rest of the day was a Rest Day. We had a lovely evening meal and got ready for the next day’s March. Those sleeping outside had to deal with a sudden thundershower. I don’t know how long it lasted but they got wet. -- Peace, David