American Nomads Page #5

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'to demonstrate their

miraculous healing powers.

'Others were staunchly devout

men of God, like Joe Ferguson here. '

I always say it like this.

If you don't have Jesus

in your life, try Him.

We're going to open up. You come

up here and line up across here.

Those of you that have a need.

Those of you that need healing,

restoration.

If you need a jumpstart

in your life, come up.

Come up and receive prayer.

You'll be amazed at the change

that the laying-on of hands

will do in your life.

Thank you, Jesus.

Take a deep breath.

Jesus, I thank you.

Glory be to God. Say, me too!

'I look at Preacher Joe and see some

sort of deep American wellspring.

'He's part Scotch-Irish

and part Osage Indian.

'A throwback to those

frontier preachers,

'but in a motorhome

rather than a covered wagon.

'He'll be here for a few weeks

'and then he'll pack up the tent

and move on.

'He goes to Indian reservations

to preach to the alcoholics.

'He used to be

a bad alcoholic himself.

'He was an underground hard rock

miner, a boozer and a brawler,

'and you can see that same tough,

belligerent quality about him now.

'He stands there in his snakeskin

boots as if daring Satan to try him. '

Say yes, Lord. I have come

to receive.

In the name of Jesus.

Take a deep breath.

'Later that night,

an RV caught fire.

'I don't know how it started -

a mixture of cruel fate

'and complicated electrical systems.

'No-one was hurt or killed, but it was

the end of the road for this snowbird. '

And here is the charred remains

of a book about the joys of RV-ing.

It's about grilling up. Grilling up

a meal outside your RV in Alaska.

Your propane heat, your microwave

oven, your refrigerator-freezer.

Very sad. It's funny

what the fire has spared.

Everything is almost unrecognisable

but it's spared

this story about living a free and

easy carefree life, in this book.

'Desert nomads used to keep moving

to find water and grazing.

'Now people wander these deserts

to find happiness or escape,

'or to look for themselves.

'And for the sheer pleasure of

moving through these landscapes.

'There's another big tribe

in America that travels

'basically as an act of rebellion.

'Half-punk, half-tramp -

'they call themselves

travelling kids.

'Others call them gutter punks

or oogles,

'and an oogle's dog

is called a doogle.

'Meet Elizabeth, Kevin and Bill,

'emerging from the shade of

a railroad bridge in Arizona.

'It's late morning and they're already

well into their stash of beer and vodka.

'The dog's name is Dude.

Sure, why not?

'Two in the back, one in the passenger

seat. This could be interesting.

'They want a ride to Yuma, Arizona,

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