I attended my third protest overall and the first one in about five years this past weekend. Estimates are about one thousand of us joined up in front of the county courthouse – carefully watched over by sheriff’s deputies and circled by the opposition with a very big truck and flags.

Interestingly, or perhaps not, the people who attended were much closer to my age than younger people. I did see some who could be in their twenties or thirties but by far not the majority.

Anyway, it was exciting, and we heard from several local politicians. Some of them obviously are better at motivational speaking than others! I know I need to take some action beyond standing in front of a courthouse with a sign (that a very crafty friend made) but I haven’t figured out what yet. I did some canvassing for a while before COVID but that is not my thing, and walking around for a couple of hours in the sun isn’t good for me anymore. Help is needed inside too.

I read that one of the government lawyers defending their actions against the people sent to El Salvador was put on indefinite leave over the weekend. A judge has ordered the government to return one person who was deported in spite of being in protected status, and this lawyer apparently indicated that they would try to get their “client” to cooperate. Not what his bosses wanted. It doesn’t mean a lot to be proud of someone who has gotten into a really tough spot but I’m so grateful that people doing the right thing are out there. It’s hard when you’ve got bills to pay and even harder if kids and student debt are involved. I didn’t have either, and making tough decisions was not my strong suit I’m sorry to say.

I’ve told the younger people in my life “if you make good choices you’ll always have good choices to make.”

I hope that continues to be true.