let me call you home

Posted by Friday on February 26th 2006 to Journals

One of the many wonderful aspects of being a Free State Project early mover is that, if you announce your arrival ahead of time, a crew of your new libertarian neighbors will show up on your doorstep and help you unload your moving truck.  Of course, TANSTAAFL applies; you will be expected to provide just compensation.  No, not Federal Reserve funny money; I refer to the universally recognized form of scrip known as pizza.

Yesterday we helped an early mover who wasn’t actually moving in from another state; he moved in a year ago.  However, his landlord surprised him with an eviction notice a few weeks ago (his apartment is being put on the market), so he was forced to scramble to make other arrangements.  Despite the fact that the day’s weather forecast called for an “Alberta Clipper” (i.e. a westerly snowstorm coming down from Canada), Porcupines gathered from all over the state (Nashua, Concord, Keene, and Windham) to converge in Salem to help out a friend.  And boy, did he need help.  Nothing was boxed up and there were still dirty dishes in the sink!  It took several hours of trudging up and down stairs and through the snow that fell non-stop all afternoon, but we got the job done.  Libertarians come in all shapes and sizes; the <5'6" crowd performed packing and toting of smaller objects, while the 6'+ crowd did the heavy lifting.  Even the kids, some of whom have very stern opinions on the dangers of RFID tags and government surveillance, made themselves useful.  The pizza was all the tastier for being well-deserved.  My calves are now stiff and sore from the equivalent of several consecutive Stairmaster workouts.

The Free State Project inspires different people in different ways.  Some run for office for the first time; some learn to speak in front of a crowd.  Some even write music.  Here's a song written about New Hampshire by a gentleman who, I'm sure, will be spending today unpacking. If you attend PorcFest this summer, he might even sing it for you:

Let Me Call You Home

by John Connell, 7/04

First I came to meet you on those early summer days
Your awe-inspiring beauty (well) it truely did amaze
And far beyond the sight of you was your spirit burning free
I knew that I’d come back some day – it really had to be   

I had to go away but I came back whenever I could
And you welcomed me each time I did, just like you said you would
You did not ask me where I go and you did not ask me why
Your welcome back each time I came was just Live Free or Die

I had always heard that love can come at the first sight
And the values you and I share we both hold with all our might
Most other folks around this land are really very kind
But their Vigil over Liberty has somehow slipped their minds

New Hampshire if you’d have me, I’d love to call you home
You have everything I need to rest my mind and bones
And when I cross your border, it won’t be just to roam
I’ll always stand by Liberty – just like one of your own

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