Happy Thanksgiving. I just got back from the gym. As I was walking home, I was thinking how sometimes people recoil when they hear I’m a vegan, and how some people cringe when they think about vegetarian foods. This has always struck me as so odd, because we enjoy foods that are clean, organic, natural, super-healthy, excellent tasting, and deeply satisfying. I guess they’ve never had veg soul food. In any case, flesh smells like flesh to me, whether it’s human or animal. One time a few years back I was walking down my alley in Denver and as I was approaching a dumpster I immediately smelled it — death. I have an excellent sense of smell. It was half a person, buried in the trash in there. Another block up, the rest of him was in another dumpster. Last year, long after I had moved back to Texas, my South Dakota Director came down for a Board meeting. She left a restaurant bag filled with barbecued meat leftovers under the desk, and a few days later I came back to the office and it was the same smell. Like somebody had died in there.
Peace and blessings to all.
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GHETTO PLAINSMAN is a "tough, beautifully written and deeply spiritual story of redemption and healing through America's underbelly and soul, from a rural childhood to the inner city streets to the even more violent outback of the American West. With comparisons to such classics as DOWN THESE MEAN STREETS and MANCHILD IN THE PROMISED LAND, GHETTO PLAINSMAN is not only a new literary classic, but has survival implications for everyone and our endangered Earth." 
November 22, 2007
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