I had started planning. I had looked up the when and where’s. I found, to my surprise, that there will be a protest in deepest darkest suburbia as well as the one I had expected downtown. Well, there you go. Political activism made convenient.
Logistics. How far away from the mall, the oh-so-prosaic site of the protest, would I have to park? I’m good at walking, slow but steady and determined, so parking a way aways, I can do that. Good sneakers, not to forget good sneaks.
Of course, morning to midday Outer New Orleans mid-June, it’s gonna be hella hot and humid, plus no idea how big the crowd will be and whether cool drinks will be findable and affordable, so that’s a backpack with a couple of frozen drinks.
I’d have to toss a rain poncho in too. The rain isn’t forecast here until hours after the event, but clouds have a willful way of ignoring forecasts…
As I was busy planning i suddenly realized, I can’t go to the protest tomorrow. I’m still on endless Dad duty while Donnal and Caroline are still out of town/country, Even if I let Dad be on his own for the afternoon ( which I shouldn’t ), I can’t go hiking in the noonday sun with no one in town to call in case of sunstroke, crowd induced hysteria, or any other whatever that might interfere with getting to Dad’s by dinner.
The only solace I take from this is that the rain that’s supposed to hit N.O. after gathering time, is forecast to hit Washington DC prime parade time.
Musical cue -
“Someone left the tanks out in the rain - I don’t know if he can take it - ‘Cause in the wet people won’t make it - And he’ll have lie ‘bout crowd size once again- Oh No!!! “
I wonder whether he’ll blame Biden or simply declare that the deity is obviously a Democrat.
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