It is morning and I have watched this Sunday expire from inside Freedom Plaza. The sundown was obscured by the buildings but as the light fades the plaza turns to soft pale shades of grey. These shades are in turn over taken by the flood lights from the Taste of D.C. next door and by the decorative lighting from the hotels and surrounding office buildings.
I make my rounds through the plaza to see all my friends both new and old. Andrea and Bert from the staff of the Old Elm Tree and the special Code Pink ladies from deep in the heart of Texas, they are all special. We are all special here. That is the lesson which I have gleaned. I have met so many really nice, really great and really special people.
That I believe is the consensus; the people are great, the management of the rally is only so-so. There is a frustration in the crowd that the leadership is either too touchy feely, gentrified or missing all together. As the sun burned down to the wick, a near full moon rises over the Capitol building. On the stage at the front of the plaza the General Assembly, the show front of public democracy decides issues of trivialities and non substance. A joke told in the plaza goes like this; there will be a planning meeting on Tuesday morning. What time that meeting will be held will be decided by the General Assembly at its regular meeting on Wednesday.
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