Heading west into a Texas sunset, the rented RV clatters along Interstate 20, rolling past cotton fields, windmills and oil derricks that glint gold in the last of the light. Tom Davidson is at the wheel, doing 80 and fighting fatigue.
The former three-term Maine legislator has spent the past two weeks barnstorming the country: schmoozing with economic development officials and community advocates in hardscrabble Trenton; donning a tuxedo for the National Black Chamber of Commerce’s inaugural ball at the French embassy in Washington, D.C.; and spending time in Alabama with families of the Tuskegee Airmen, who served in World War II as America’s first black fighter pilots.
Yesterday, Davidson presented commemorative certificates to a dozen high school kids in DeSoto, Texas. Tomorrow he’ll meet tribal officials at the Ysleta del Sur Pueblo reservation in El Paso. Back east, Davidson’s wife is eight months pregnant with their second child; he jokes that she’ll probably divorce him by the time he gets home. There’s still a week and more than 1,200 miles to go before he wraps up his whistle-stop tour in Long Beach, Calif.