Second year in a row. Last year it was sunny and clear for our march. Eagles circled overhead at the start of the route. People were fired up and ready to go. This year, it was gray and damp. People were not happy that here we were, a year later, shell-shocked, some of us angry and depressed, tired, unbelieving.
The most energized were the younger folks, the college and high school kids, starting chants and songs, waving creative signs, wearing their knitted pink or rainbow colored hats. Us older ones there too, chatty and present, as determined as ever not to be, as one sign said, shoved back to the 1950s.
All of us, digging in for as long as it would take to get back our democracy. Lots of focus on the fall elections. More men, too, in the march this year than last. It’s everybody’s fight.
Here are a few signs.