The Last Chance Democracy Café:
Episode 47: I Can Still Remember Freedom
Date: December 23, 2078.
Location: Rural Montana.
It was a strikingly unlikely sight, even for a world that had become accustomed to unlikely sights: A President of the United States walking alone in the moonlight, still a full hour before dawn, in a wide open field at the end of a long dirt road; he was 110 miles away from the nearest town. A week’s accumulation of snow had turned into muck the day before when the temperature soared to a radically unseasonable 67 degrees, only to plunge back into the low 20s after nightfall, freezing the saturated fields. Every step taken by the famous, solitary figure was met with a loud crunching sound, the sound of a child biting into a piece of rock candy. Only to him, it conjured up something different, for him it was the sound of millions of voices crying out in anguish.
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