As readers of AMERICA: The Blog may've noticed, I suffer from a terminal case of Pathological Optimism. Like fashion designer Diane von Furstenberg's mother who survived Auschwitz and yet only saw Good everywhere for the rest of her life, I survived an epic personal battle for Freedom, still with my Pathological Optimism intact. So if you arrived on my site looking to dig up dirt on the People's Convoy, Honey, you're in the wrong place cause there ain't any!
Remember how wonderful Ottawa was at the height of their Freedom Convoy? My friend, "D," who danced on the frozen streets of Ottawa every weekend during their Convoy, described it as a "Vortex of Love." Even via livestream, you could feel the joy, the love, the determination in every soul to be peaceful and impeccable. Everyone in Ottawa and watching livestreams from around the world were drunk on Liberté! Liberté! Liberté!
Well, my fellow Americans, our Canadian brothers and sisters have nothing on us! Just one week after setting up housekeeping at the Hagerstown Speedway, our Convoy has come together with a wonderful vibe proving we passionate Americans just as joyful, just as loving, just as patient, peaceful and impeccable as our True North kindred. Maybe there's a little less dancing in Hagerstown but hey! It's an older, more arthritic crowd...but I'm sure a bouncy castle is on the way. (Hint! Hint!)
This article is a compilation of just a few of the heart-warming, lump-in-throat inducing tales flowing out of Hagerstown. So fetch a box of tissues cause you're gonna need 'em.
Our story begins with a four-year-old boy, Robert, who donated his allowance, four quarters, to the truckers. Click the thumbnails below to read the whole story and if you don't have tears running down your cheeks then you're made of sterner stuff than I am!
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