Farm to jail to table T shirt

Farm to jail to table T shirt

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A dreamer dreaming, a dreamer doing, a dreamer to the core. Powered by copious nicotine and even more copious gas station coffee I set out to find America vis a vis the time honored centerpiece of Thanksgiving, the turkey. To say it was an adventure is a grave understatement. Atlanta, Savannah, Brunswick, St Simons, Jekyll, Camden. Lots of pit stops to stretch. Lots of peeing on the side of the road. All in all it takes 4 calendar days and it’s a yearly tradition I dub turkey purgatory week. Half way through it this year as the sun set in Woodbine on a beautiful autumn Saturday, I dropped the final bird of the day off at Cindy’s tiny karate karate studio and exiting the parking lot, was directly pulled over. Turns out I had a traffic ticket I forgot about. Something dumb. Something small. Something about an old truck and a failure to appear. A stanza scribbled in illegal parking, punctuated in a vanished tag. Still, I had missed my court date which led to a suspended license. Officer Obie said kid i gotta take you in. But the turkeys officer Obie, the people are depending on me. Shut up, kid, get in the back of the patrol car. And I did. Cuffs, jail, the whole 9. A dreamer on a cot with two county issued blankets. After some hours I posted my bail. It was now Sunday. Sprinting from the Camden county jail I paused only to give a turkey to my bail bondswoman and get my old truck from impound and off I went again, delivering birds, my oldest son Michael driving me. We had a grand time. We bonded and laughed and I guess in a weird way found each other and found America, right there in that 27 foot transit bus complete with flowers and butterflies adorning the sides. We got them all delivered. You’d never believe it but it felt right, the way the week played out. As I type this, overflowing with gratitude and certain that dreams lie where dreamers persist. My picture in the paper, the modern day 8x10 glossy photograph and 5 part harmony. A farmer. Dream on. You’ll say you can’t but you can. Let it be an ethos for life.  White w black. 

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