I made history yesterday, along with several million people all over the world. I participated in the Boston Women’s March for America. We were 175,000 people strong. By the time we got to the Boston Common, the area was so crowded that we couldn’t hear the speakers, only clapping and roars from the crowd closer in. It took us over two hours just to get from where were stood at the center-rear of the Common to the street where the march commenced. I was surrounded by energy, love, diversity and hope.
I came with 16 other people, organized by my good friend Michele. She gathered family and friends, many of whom came in from other New England states to participate in the march. Some of those same folks left that same night. I applaud their energy and enthusiasm. We represented all ages. Michele (as well as many of us) is in her 60s. She was joined by siblings, nieces, friends of nieces and more. We had a family tree on its way to Boston Common!
It was an amazing day. Our numbers were far higher than anyone had expected. The same was true of marches in other parts of the country. We were a sea of pink pussy hats yesterday and we sent a message, whether or not our new “president” deigned to hear it. Everyone else did.
I’m still floating today. Every news source was full of stories and pictures of millions of people demonstrating and marching. There were marches in Antarctica, Europe, Asia and Africa. The DC event was the largest protest march in history. Our election put our own people as well as people in the rest of the world in danger. As an American, I have a responsibility to rectify that. Donald Trump was not elected by a majority, but by an antiquated electoral system that did not serve the interests of the American people in November.
I feel empowered, for the first time in months. And, I don’t intend to stop here. The marches were just the first volley in our second American revolution.
I decided to play hooky from work last week and took myself downtown. It was a lovely day and I needed some down time. I took the subway to Charles Street and started my adventure there. After lunch I visited the public garden and took a few snaps. Heck, I even took a ride on the swan boats!
A total blow-out. You call this winter? This isn’t winter! I know winter. I grew up in Buffalo, NY right next to the Lake Erie Snow Factory. Boston’s no piece of cake, either (except for this year). Take it from me – I know my snow!
I got myself a tree over the weekend and finished trimming it earlier this evening. Even did a little bit of Christmas shopping, too. Something odd – I couldn’t bring myself to hang the ornaments I had bought here in Boston. I felt like taking the whole lot, chucking them into the trash and then going out and buying a whole new set of them. I didn’t, of course. But here’s the odd thing: I felt comforted when I hung the ornaments I’d grown up with. I took a few with me when I left for Boston and was expecting those to be the painful ones. They weren’t and now my tree is trimmed with (mostly) 50-year old Christmas ornaments. Go figure.
The lock-down’s just been lifted, but authorities are suggesting extreme caution when going out. Transit is back online and the city thanked us for being patient and for doing what they asked. Businesses lost hundreds of thousands of dollars today, not to mention what the state’s been set back, given the huge police presence. But, no one’s complaining here. We’re still standing strong.
I hope this guy turns himself in. He’s been described as a really nice guy by his friends, and police suspect he may have fallen under the influence of his nutcase brother. If this guy has any conscience left, he’ll come in and let us get on with our lives. Either that, or his body will join the other people he was responsible for killing. One way or another. If they take him alive, I’d really like to know why he did what he did.