By Peter Diebold
When I was in Okemah, Oklahoma in July for Woodyfest, I hung out with Peter Diebold, a musician from suburban Chicago who’d hit the road with his guitar earlier in the year after getting involved and disillusioned with the Occupy movement. In light of the first anniversary of Occupy, and the fact that I finally got around to writing about the NATO conference in Chicago in May, I wanted Peter to tell about his experiences. He obliged, and here’s his story in his own words.
The morning was cold, especially with the wind from the train still tunneling under the axles of the semi truck trailer we’re sleeping under. I used my pack to block most of the wind, but still I slept uncomfortably with Seeger inching ever closer to me during the night. I didn’t mind the advances, but I had made it extremely clear I wasn’t comfortable and was being squished. The fact that he didn’t seem to care about that was pissing me off. I elbowed him a few times and got no response, so I decided to get up and enjoy the morning.
We were supposed to be getting off our train in Minneapolis so we could find a train with better hiding spots to take into Chicago. We must have slept right through the stop, an impressive feat when riding on a freight train. When they start up it’s like being in a fender bender at a stop sign, those fuckers can rock! I’m actually glad to be staying on this train. I want to go home to and this one’s hauling. Using the mile markers and my watch I calculated that we’ve been going about 60 mph consistently throughout the entire ride. Our train is also high priority because other freighters have been pulling over to let us by almost every time. The perfect train to get me back to Chicago as soon as possible. Everything is going my way, as usual.