RG will convene again at the dear old 61C Cafe, in order to re-run the dear old weekday route of yore, that met every Wed/Fri at 5:45 am from the Squirrel Hill Library. Sometimes it was so dark that you couldn't see your feet (this was before fluorescent shoes). But we could always see Tom's head.
Last week we took an atmospheric trek through lovely Frick Park, recently hydrated so that Falls Ravine actually had little waterfalls. Then we then took over a large section of the Biddle's Escape porch. We reflected that many had lived long enough to compare No Kings to Hell No We Won't Go, and the National Guard in LA and at Kent State. (For those of you who haven't lived that long, see: Vietnam War.)
- No Kings was declared pretty glorious. Do look at this.
- Signs we loved: Don't Worry Melania, I Hate Him Too. No Kings, Only Drag Queens. American Pope OK, American King No Way. Elect a Rapist - Expect to Get Fucked (If the New Yorker can say it, so can we.)
- More Vietnam era endorsements: The Best & The Brightest, The Women, The Post (and hurray for our Virginia!), The Deer Hunter, Apocalypse Now.
- The Post-Gazette evidently is not as reactionary as it has been.
- The US Open provided a relief from politics.
- If you need a public bathroom (i.e. you're at La Prima), there's an app for that.
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