So there Harry and I were in the Dollar Store on Saturday collecting pool party supplies and minding our own business when his friend texted him to say he was at the protest and where were we? Could we meet up? I had planned on going downtown to protest family separation with a couple thousand likeminded friends, but then I hurt my upper back (right between my shoulder blades all the way across-- totally agonizing-- I could not even lift a gallon of milk-- I think it was my online yoga class) and just sort of forgot about it. But Harry! Instantly remembered and wanted to go.
Luckily, we were at the Dollar Store, a world of sign-making supplies at our fingertips.
This town is always up for a good protest.
Also, Potbelly is the perfect follow-up to marching in the hot sun.
What is wrong with the world you guys? Why is this all happening so quickly and so terribly?