Day Fifteen

It was the previous Thursday,

when I was doing the same a block up the Avenue at Park Street,

that I met the organizer (I assume) of the Sunday at 3 Montclair Protest.

He asked where I have been?

He said that last week,

he was looking around,

and he said

“Where’s our Resist! guy?”

It’s nice to be wanted.

I told him that I go there sometimes,

but that I’m doing this too,

and I think both are very effective in different ways.

And then this week,

I was going to the No Kings rally also,

and I have a life.

And I’m old.

But then he said that it was really important.

Well gosh.

If it’s really important.

What could I do?

I’m their Resist! guy.

So I get there,

and I launch into my pacing the crosswalks routine.

I don’t and can’t stand still like most of the others.

I have this bum leg that goes crazy if I don’t keep moving.

No kidding.

I’m fine walking,

riding my bike,

but if I stand still it hurts like crazy.

It’s perfect for me.

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