When I was young and vigorous – and I do faintly remember those days – I went out into the streets to protest for racial equality and the end of the Vietnam War. It was a heady time. I was young and totally caught up in the causes so dear to my heart. Marching in the streets just seemed like the right thing to do.
And now here we are, more than a lifetime later, and I’m wondering where I put my marching shoes. Because I am ready to go back into the streets if that’s what it takes to regain our democracy from the dictator’s minions. I may be old and my bones may crack and creak, and I might not be able to do much more than yell and make hot coffee, but I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever I can.
We must take our country back and it seems as though we will have to take to the streets to do it. I’m ready, are you?