Next installment of Walking America? Breezewood Pa!
Fifteen miles, two days, in the most mem-ed small city in America.
Coming tomorrow (assuming I am not rained out)
I spent a lot of time in these type of truck stop/rest-stop towns. I call them places of "permanent transients."
They are some of the most unique places in the US.
Gots a McDonald’s, Dunkin, Flying J. What more do I need. Here I come, torrential downpour or not
Kumar says Hello from twitters most hated town in America*
*(per capita as measured by my completely made up survey)
Already overwhelmed with options — but probably going with the one with beer (non brown bag)
So begins my 12 mile walk (to be continued tomorrow— rain delayed it) through & around the meme
Thank you tattered American flag for starting me off with a metaphor alert
Auditioning for horror movie
Iconic photo bleh in backdrop. Small unnamed Human tragedy in foreground
Literally in five minutes the bleh is gone and you are in this. (Worth fighting for?)
I am a sucker for anthropomorphism, but mr mighty flame might be pushing it.
Just a side note as a hard core pedestrian— semis often most thoughtful & aware drivers when I am walking.
Dunkin & history (rain has delayed walk till tomorrow. Guess I will have to hang in franchises. Darn)
Some of the last old school arcades are in truck stops
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In three minutes, in no matter which direction you go, the sprawl is gone, and all that remains of it is distant sound of downshifting
Gonna keep my roethlisberger washed up takes to myself
Name that franchise (good wall)
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Forgot the hash tag
Breezewood isn’t a pretty place by any stretch, Or at least this half mile strip, but like in any place, you can find punctuating the bleh a few oddly striking scenes
Breezewood prepared for a revolution that hasn’t reached Breezewood
Ok. Cold I can deal with. No sidewalks also. But not sleet & cold rain. At least my room is very sweet.
PS: While I wait out the sleet, Please join my substack. It is free.
Reminds me of the 80s in Baltimore, when Yuengling was good & I liked porters.
Ps: this is still good.
My bartender Shelly. Trying to buy the bar. ‘Got so many great ideas for this place, but I gotta get the loan.’
Lost her husband 6 years ago to cancer. ‘It is what it is, but it still hurts’
Me showing some regulars the Breezewood pic/meme/joke, which they didn’t know about.
“it is a fucking exit off the turnpike, what they expect it to look like? Heaven?
Showing them this
“Ha! If it wasn’t for Breezewood people would be shitting on the side of road, running out of gas, and out of stuff. Also it gives people jobs. Shut the fuck up”
“Everyone comes through Breezewood. I met carrot-top. Met the lead singer of Metallica. All in Breezewood”
Internet: Breezewood is capitalism incarnate, the physical & aesthetic manifestation of all wrong with America!!!!!!!!
Breezewoodians: It is a fucking exit where you can piss, eat, and sleep & maybe even see carrot top while gassing up
“People used to do heroin & crack around here then they found meth. Now they say they clean because they only using meth. Like. As if since you can’t die immediately from fucking meth that makes it holy water.”
Costa Ricans in the house (tourist who couldn’t make it to DC tonight because of the rain )
Turning down shots, by drunk Costa Rican’s yelling “God Bless America”, is harder than I thought. (I don’t do shots. Ever)
Gotten political in here
“Biden giving everyone $600 a week to not work. Girls coming in lazy and fucked up with designer bags. That is what you get. My dad says, ‘when I was a kid you worked or starved’. Now they paid to be lazy. Why work? “
Since I am in real America, decided to put the working class troubadour on the jukebox
Alright everyone. Good night. My hotel heater doesn’t work. It is 33 out. But I got nice socks and the gentle rumble of passing semis.
Tomorrow I got McDonald’s, another walk, and a long drive to wonderful, wild, Florence SC to inspire.
Ok. Last image of Breezewood
Guess my simple take-away is; relax internet, Breezewood is an damn exit off the turnpike. It isn’t evils of capitalism incarnate, it isn’t a romantic working class something or other.
More interesting to me is what surrounds Breezewood, and that is very familiar to me from my work on my book Dignity:
Normies being normal & being judged for it
Last Breezewood photos. Not easily memed though
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My only strong view on city planning is extensive mixed use zoning is the magical key that unlocks a whole host of positives and what Americans think they want when visiting a place like Japan is actually that, and then of course they would like to have citizens that are respectful of each other but you can't city plan that into existence and US doesn't want that anyways.
I don't know if advocating for moving away from the exclusive Euclidean zoning we use in US (segregated regions for residential, commercial, industrial) makes me a NIMBY or YIMBY, but those camps are annoying anyways.
In my 8 factor walkablity model the largest variable is effectively "mixed use zoning", or what I label, "Localized distribution" -- meaning there is always what you need in walking distance because it isn't confined to exclusive zones
Since I walk about 3 hours a day, I try a lot of audiobooks & podcasts and so I stumbled onto this weird podcast about the history of rock music and after five minutes I was about to eject it because it sounded like it was made by a crazy guy in his basement, but his absolute dedication, encyclopedic knowledge, and understated enthusiasm for the history of the rock music won me over and now I think it might be the best podcast ever.
I’ve never seen a better example of amateur professionalism. No corporation would allow him to make the choices he has made, and that is a such great thing because his intense passion is on full display
Believe me. Give it thirty minutes. You are going to want to eject after two. Stick with it.
Bishkek (Kyrgyzstan) is one of the most unique cities I've walked. Almost zero tourist, because very few people even know it exists.
I wouldn't recommend it for someone looking for a relaxing vacation, but if you want to really feel your in a different place, a bit detached from the rest of the world, it's safe, inexpensive, and interesting
About ten miles outside of Bishkek is a 3 square mile market, built, lego like, from shipping containers.
Almost entirely self-regulated, it started after fall of USSR as a place to swap goods -- where they came from, and how, nobody asked, or cared
Slapped down in the middle of an otherwise bland neighborhood of mud roads and single homes it's now Central Asia’s largest marketplace.
A complex of stores inside freight containers selling anything and everything you want: Toys, TVs, Jeans, Bras, Bikes, Spices, Trinkets, X-mas decorations, Tools, Gas Masks, Hijabs, Watches, Wall clocks, Slippers, Shampoo, Stuffed Animals, and on and on.
All of it imported from China, Russia, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, South Korea, India, Iran, etc. Carrying on, in a very modern way, Kyrgyzstan’s Silk Road tradition.
It’s a microcosm of our very material global supply chain world. A visceral picture of how our world of stuff works. How the clothes we wear, the food we eat, the things that fill our homes, come from all over, shipped across the globe in rectangular metal boxes.
It has it's own restaurants, a mosque, and keeps expanding.
Traveling to places like Bishkek has helped me understand history better. Not from going to museums, or historical sites, but from seeing how people physically live, especially those without a lot of money.
The marketplaces of Bishkek, or Istanbul, are not that removed from the marketplaces of ancient Rome, or Paris in the middle ages. They are crowded, loud, busy, colorful, communal, and self-organized. Or to put it simply, messy.
When you go to a historical monument, like the ruins of an ancient building, or a preserved cathedral or mosque, you get the entirely wrong image of the past. You see quiet, dignified, empty, sterile spaces. Places where you are scared to touch something. Places where people walk around in hushed voices.
That’s nothing like what the past was, and you can see that in the present in places like the shipping container market.
Update on this: I went to eye-doctor, & no I don't have cataracts. The doctor did mention, almost all her customers now complain about same thing, to extent some have completely stopped driving at night.
The primary offender is newer cars with very bright headlights -- Tesla's are particularly bad, & with them, it's not about the height, but only strength of beam.
There's also less awareness on when to use high beams, especially with younger drivers.
The combo of it all is, driving at night, especially in rural areas, has gotten dangerous. It's not some silly annoyance thing, but a real problem.
Limiting beam intensity, is an example of what competent Government regulation is supposed to be about -- curtailing selfish individual behavior, with limited benefit, that's directly dangerous and harmful, in a clear physical way, to the larger community.
Even hard core libertarians can get behind this one.
we'll be up against the Big-Beam-Industrial Complex. But think of bugs life. We can overcome!