I want to backtrack a bit and give some impressions about
Eastwind.
The people at Terra Nova in
Columbia MO, are ex-Eastwinders.
They
left because they wanted to start their own housing on property that Eastwind
had acquired.
Thus the name Terra
Nova.
But the Eastwind community
couldn’t come to consensus on that, so these people moved away.
They told me that Eastwind looks like
paradise, but look closely.
I wasn’t sure of what to think, but I tried not to let that
color my view of the community. I got to
Eastwind early afternoon. Sabrina showed
me around. The first place she showed me
was ‘Fillmore’. This is the little room
named after Millard Fillmore, who was the last president to have an
outhouse. There was the five gallon bucket,
with a toilet seat (much appreciated) and the bucket of sawdust to put on top
of the doings. Sabrina had not heard of
SPERMFLOW, which is the Society for the Preservation and Enhancement of the
Recognition of Millard Fillmore, Last Of the Whigs. Of course, not many people have.
You aren’t supposed to pee in the poop bucket. The ammonia in the urine makes the stench
even worse. But Sabrina said that old
ladies, like us, have dispensation to use the bucket or pee in the shower. Peeing in the woods can be a challenge for
those of us whose knees don’t work as they should.
The other room she showed me was where I would stay. But she wasn’t sure if someone was staying
there, since there was a back pack in the room.
As she showed me around, she asked different people if ‘Sunburst’ was
vacant and whose back pack that might be.
No one knew. I would just have
to find out later.
There is a long walk from the office area to RB, which is
the kitchen/hangout area that they call Rock Bottom. Along the path, I met a young man and
introduced myself. I asked him, “What
brought you here?”
He answered, “My mother.”
So, he grew up here.
“Do you think you will stay?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I mentioned that I heard there was a lot of turnover in the
population, but that things seemed to work.
“Thing work. Not
well, sometimes, but I don’t want to go into that.”
I understood. You
don’t share your dirty laundry with strangers.
Just like any family.
I heard people talking about work assignments. I think that people sign up for what they
want to do, but I’m not absolutely sure how it works. I do know that they have a list of HTA
duties. Sabrina defined it as “Hard to
Assign”. Stuff like cleaning the
Fillmore.
RB is one of the hangout spots for folks to talk. It has a fan overhead, so is one of the cooler
places to sit. I mostly just listened,
although some folks were interested in who I was and where I came from. That’s
where the guy who had been there since the 80’s asked me to summarize
Tocqueville in one sentence. The others
were all under 30, I think. At least
they all looked very young to me. Even
Sabrina seemed young to me, even though she claimed to be 50.
Some say you are only as young as you feel. Some say you are as young as who you
feel. Well, I didn’t do that, but I did
feel like I shed some years there. That
evening a resident put up a notice for a karaoke party to celebrate his
return. I don’t know where he went, but
I’m glad he came back, because I do love a karaoke party. Sabrina brought some of her homemade mead and
filled up our mason jars. It was a
strange feeling of being old and young.
There were about 8 or 10 of us, with some coming and going. To do what, I’m not sure.
A lot of songs were from the 80s. “I Love Rock ‘n Roll”, “Walking on Sunshine”
It was odd, since I thought of them as new songs and everyone else there
thought of them as oldies. Sigh…
However, I felt vindicated when “Born to Be Wild” came on
and they handed me the microphone. No
one else knew the lyrics. Woo Hoo!! Return to the 60s!!
I’ll deal with my knees tomorrow.