Day Eight

There is a local contingent of Montclair protestors who meet at Church Street and Bloomfield Ave every Sunday at 3 PM.

I had been invited by someone a couple of times, when I was out there solo, so I thought I’d go and check it out this day.

It happened to be Easter (not that it mattered).

It was a very different experience for me.

I’m just totally used to working this intersection by myself.

The pattern of the traffic lights make for three different optimum locations at any given time, in terms of facing the on-coming cars.

I’m used to prowling around, working all three locations, one after the other.

Groups work differently.

Everyone had their spot, and stayed there, facing one direction.

I took to walking in the street in front of others, but the vibe was that I was breaking the rules. One person said out-loud that I was blocking the crosswalk.

It just seemed a little too civil for a protest for my blood.

I thought about standing on the corner on the opposite side of the street where no one was, but I didn’t want to seem anti-social.

Luckily, one brave soul struck-out on her own to claim the territory for herself, allowing me to play a supporting role.

Yolanda was fun.

She is from the land of van Gogh.

She was so full of questions, one after the next, like she is a professional interviewer or something.

She knows my life story.

She took these photos for me.

Afterwards, I thought it was rude of me, not to ask someone to take a photo of us together to post here, as we had spent the hour as a team, and she had made a big beautiful sign.

Maybe next time.

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