Writing from the road, again. More accurately, writing while seated backward on the Northeast Regional rail corridor. The pre-spring, mostly leafless trees blur past my right. Look! Water! Boats! A lone fisherman is reeling in his line. Trucks! A Fanatics shipping warehouse! So. Many. Empty. Parking. Lots. Another bridge! Kids playing baseball. Blue skies. Thinking of you, President Biden, on Amtrak 140.
I'll be honest, I'd heard of Rustin but knew nothing about him, much less that he was queer. Definitely going to need to check this movie out.