What a day what a day what a day

What a day what a day what a day.

Also, as it happened, the day before my birthday.

Somewhere, in some distant city, there was an event, an inauguration (we were demonstrating there, too) but I never saw a whisker of it.

Here, in the blessed city of Holy Faith, Santa Fe, there was the biggest, happiest, most determined march—men, women, children, enormous puppets, dogs, including my Pip in his red knit sweater—with our home-made signs, our determination to protect our rights, our steady marching through the streets, cars and buses waiting at every crossroads, the curious police standing to one side, watching, the march volunteers in their orange safety vests urging us on…

Here, in the blessed city of Holy Faith, Santa Fe, there was the biggest, happiest, most determined march.

And everywhere our home-made signs:

Nat’s tall white “NOT MY PROTUS”—I had to ask for a translation.

A woman’s pink “THIS PUSSY BITES BACK.”

“TREATMENT NOT INCARCERATION” (because all of our freedoms have been under attack for a long time, and now the attack will accelerate).

And many more. Pip was pulling on his leash to go and greet other dogs so my cameraing was limited.

Yours Truly and Pip in Santa Fe

More photos will be coming from other friends.

And all over the world, hundreds of marches and demonstrations, not seen since the Vietnam protest days which many of those marching were too young to have witnessed.

As my friend Jake said, “If I saw demonstrations like that, I would want to give up the presidency.”

As my friend Jasper said, “Trump has ignited women.”

And yes, we are burning, with a righteous fire, and all the theatrics to come will not put it out.

Onward!