So I went to the march. It was pretty great.
I didn’t go to the whole thing – I went to the end. Down the hill to the Center, then through the Center and toward downtown a couple of blocks until I found the front of the march. I watched some and joined it some.
There were a couple of Jesus-head guys bellowing through a bullhorn, and the march would do a wave of screams and howls to drown them out every minute or two. I did my share of yelling.
I tried to position myself so that nobody behind me would whack me in the ankle with a stroller, but all the same somebody behind me whacked me in … Read the rest
