To celebrate my birthday today, I went out of town with my family to have lunch with my aunt who lives a few minutes north of the President's ranch outside of Crawford.
On our way back, we went looking for Camp Casey ---and found it.
There's not much to it, frankly: many dozens of whitebread hippies who had come in nice vehicles and parked them down the road from the tents and propaganda booths where they hung out. Lots of cops standing around in the hot Texas sun on account of these flakes and their safety. All the usual detritus generated by city folk loitering in the middle of otherwise bucolic farmland.
There was also plenty of counter-protesting around, too, not the least of which came from most of the property-owners in the area with signs hanging from their fences showing support for our Commander in Chief and our troops. Lots of bikers, too, with their MIA/POW flags out and their menacing machinery.
In fact, from just our cursory view, it looked like there were as many counter-protesters there as hippies. And, it must be said, there were some mighty cute ones of each kind, too.
And, of course, CNN has its news truck parked right there at the edge of the action.
I think people were there mostly for its value as a road-trip destination. Maybe have a bite at a local restaurant and pick up a mug or baseball cap.
The world will definitely keep on turning.
But there were a lot of crosses along the road leading to the camp. My brother said he saw a crescent among them, but I didn't catch that. Just saw lots of crosses and wished there didn't have to be any more. But I know better.