Where Am I Going To Go?

The frog hats I crocheted arrived in Marin less than 24 hours after I dropped the Express Mail envelope at the post office.

The front of my sign is a work in progress.

The other side is blank.... for now.  I have all day Friday to work on it.

The big decision, as in housing, is location, location, location.

There's a big rally downtown.  Un-seated Rep. Adelita Grijalva and Tucson's Mayor Romero will be speechifying.  I'm sure the media will be there.

There will be people lining the main road of the upscale suburb, the one that brings those living north to get downtown.  I've been there before.

There will be people deployed at the four corners of a well traveled intersection in midtown. 

And there will be people at the entrance to a community of townhouses and apartments on the road that follows the Rillito River as it cuts through town, from east to west.  

I'm not going to the big rally downtown.  Parking problems, big crowds, and the potential for paid agitators on the right to stir things up make it more uncomfortable than any of the other locations.  I could go to Oro Valley and stand with the old white people. I have no idea what it will be like at the midtown location; it's farther than I want to drive, anyway.

But the last spot is intriguing.  I drive past that location every Saturday morning on my way to Pilates.  Every once in a while there is a small but boisterous crowd of old people protesting the encroachment of fascism.  I don't think it will attract malcontents; there's no place to lurk or taunt.  And I would really like to tell those stalwarts that I've noticed them and honked at them and smiled because of them.

So many choices.  

It is going to take the whole village to stop the assault on our democracy.  This is a good next step.