It was a typical Friday night. I pulled up to the store parking lot to meet the bus from the school for blind, gather Amigo and his bags, and head home.
As he got in the car, he was full of excitement. "Mom, did you hear what's happening in Madison?" He continued talking, telling how he'd been learning about how the legislature works, what a quorum is and why it's important, and a lot about the process of writing and passing a law.
Then he dropped the bombshell.
"Mom, I wish I could go to Madison tomorrow for the demonstration."
I offered, "How about downtown on the plaza tomorrow afternoon?"
Amigo responded with an enthusiastic "Yeah!!"
So we made a sign for Amigo, I wore red to support my colleagues, and La Petite charged her camera to document the event. Here's the rest of the story. The top photo shows my neighbors, both retired high school teachers, great people and great teachers. No, they're not wearing Bear colors; those are the colors of my alma mater, West High School.
This was perhaps the youngest participant at the rally.
I don't usually show full face shots of my offspring, but they were so great together I couldn't resist.
I'll have more background on Saturday's post: personal experiences passed down through the family the old fashioned way, by the oral tradition. Well, the updated oral tradition: my relatives emailed me the stories they'd heard from my grandfather.