America you great unfinished symphony
Jan. 21st, 2017 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebenikelaSouth Bend, Indiana.
They didn’t get a permit to march in the street–I guess nobody expected a crowd like this. We walked on the sidewalks, down a few blocks and back. We yelled. We laughed. My mom came. Some friends came. There must have been at least a couple thousand people here.
“My husband keeps telling me to get over it,” one woman said.
“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose my health insurance,” mom said.
“Look at that sign, boy I wish I was clever like that,” someone said.
“I can’t believe there’s so many people here!” we all said.
It was sunny, and warm. “It’s a sign,” we told each other, and laughed.
They didn’t get a permit to march in the street–I guess nobody expected a crowd like this. We walked on the sidewalks, down a few blocks and back. We yelled. We laughed. My mom came. Some friends came. There must have been at least a couple thousand people here.
“My husband keeps telling me to get over it,” one woman said.
“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose my health insurance,” mom said.
“Look at that sign, boy I wish I was clever like that,” someone said.
“I can’t believe there’s so many people here!” we all said.
It was sunny, and warm. “It’s a sign,” we told each other, and laughed.