I had to choose between a vigil and a protest today.  I chose the protest at the Manzanita parking lot near where I live.  It was inspiring,  All the cars honking as they passed and waving – not everyone but most, and now I know there is a huge variety of horn honking, different sounds, patterns, and lengths.  Wonderful signs and people.  And there are younger people now which is great, and more ethnicities.  I walked back to the car with a woman from Minneapolis.  She said she knows the cold in which all those people protested and are protesting.  There’s no way to wear enough to warm the feet. It’s not like where I live. Unfortunately I’ll miss next Sunday as our family celebrates the business my husband started here in our home forty years ago.  Forty years!