Volunteers of America!
Look what’s happening out in the streets
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Hey, I’m dancing down the streets
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Oh, ain’t it amazing all the people I meet?
Got a revolution, oh-oh
We are volunteers of America
Yeah, we are volunteers of America
We are volunteers of America (volunteers of America)
Volunteers of America (volunteers of America)
-Volunteers / Jefferson Airplane 1969
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Jan was also much on my mind. Starting on the bus ride to the US Ambassador’s house, through all the speeches right up through swearing in, I could not stop thinking about her. It made everything more emotional. I kept tearing up. Maybe she was with me in some karmic way. More likely it was something in my subconscious emerging in a big event, but I have no evidence either way. Hey, sorry, but I am still new to this widower stuff. You can read Jan’s PC Musings (PDF) here, written in her own hand.
The US Ambassador Scott DeLisi is a good guy. Looked him up on Wikipedia, and he is a career diplomat; and so is not serving as a reward for fundraising for a winning presidential candidate. Those people don’t like third world posts anyway. He is leaving this post in Uganda soon. I found his speech on the ground in a folder, during the reception, complete with hand-written edits. Kept it. The Ugandan Minister of Health on the right, gave the best speech of the day, mostly extemporaneous, very funny, and made great points.
Aruna, my Lost Boy of Sudan friend, and roommate during staging, spoke and thanked everyone, and his back story was singled out by the Ambassador (he told me later he was requested to write that part). On our Saturday day off during tech immersion a couple weeks ago, he returned to visit the his Uganda refugee camp near the Sudan border for the first time since he and his brothers were taken out of it in 2003. He said it is much bigger and he saw many people he remembered. So many families have raised their children there. Imagine living in a refugee camp your whole life. Sad. I am going to take a long weekend to see Aruna soon, and he promised to take me to the camp, which is about 3-4 hours away from his posting.
I’m setting up my place in Burgiri with various needed furnishings this weekend. I am shopping in Iganga Sunday. I will meet my mother Hellen so she can help me bargain.
Now the two year job begins.