Lines Two lines diverged in my neighborhood. Line 1 appears on Sunday mornings. My wife and I never miss dutifully taking our place in this one. We leave or home about 9:20 and walk a few blocks to what she has deemed the "Bread Church." No house of worship, we wait patiently for the opening of a bakery that appeared shortly after the pandemic. This sacred place sells bread by subscription during the week, but on Sundays the door opens to a wonderland of other baked goods. My favorite is the olive twist and spiral shaped roll laced with three kinds of whole olives. They are usually still warm when we get them. Katie likes the cherry buckwheat scones best. But there are so many other things to choose from.
Seems like political demonstrations are an everyday thing now. When a democracy is at stake, this should be the norm. It's got me thinking back to the days of the late 1960s when that was also the case. As US involvement in Vietnam became increasingly unpopular, the opportunities to protest became frequent and the number of people involved grew exponentially as well. In November of 1969 the largest political demonstration in US history took place in Washington DC. Called the Vietnam Moratorium, as estimated 500,000 people took to the street. This event took place over two days, a Friday night and the following Saturday. I was there. This experience was probably the most significant thing (of which I'm aware) I have ever done. While the Saturday march and rally featured speakers and musicians, and a march through the streets of Washington, the smaller march the night before is what I remember most. On a rainy night, about 100,000 peo...