Jackie: Corn

Luckily for me, it's corn season. That's about all I ate for the last forty eight hours, except one half a cheese sandwich that was nothing but french bread and thin cheddar. That's all I could find at the time that was the least bit like polenta, rice, and a few beans. Let's just say I didn't get full, and I didn't gain any weight, that's for sure. But the mountains in Calaveras County sure did me some good. I wrote in my little computer and I thought about the world of plenty in Sacramento, in comparison to the world of making do that takes place in some of these backwoods counties. Almost like backwoods Asia.

Well, I'm having one last day of fast. I don't think I ever did go over my calorie count except maybe for the champagne, which numbed the pain. I thank all my friends who came and saw the Grande Dame on her way to evolving into a higher state. They say that dog is the last step before becoming human; but Nina was already better than most people I know.

On this my last day of the fast, I am remembering all the starving people in N. Korea, prisoners or civilians. If I could send you something wonderful to eat, I would surely do it. I hope that at least a few of them know that I suffered along with them for a few weeks, and that they were on my mind, and that many of us know and try to understand the horrors that N. Korean lives hold.