In which your humble narrator goes to the library with his offspring and is caught between opposing tides of activists in his usually quiet neighborhood.
It's raining and cold (still) so after dropping Wife-a-roo at her place of employment, I drove the children back to the neighborhood, but detoured to the library a few blocks from our house.
The library is across the street from Planned Parenthood.
Today is Good Friday. I had, of course forgotten this. A pleasant (and tiny) police officer waved us into the Library/Rec Center lot after I rolled down my window and cheerfully explained that we were just here for the picture books, thank you.
Both camps were marching around in their little penned-in enclosures soliciting honks from passing drivers and waving placards. Both children spent a fair amount of time looking at the spectacle as we climbed the steps up to the library entrance.
Child #2's only comment on the circus-like atmosphere? "Look, that lady has a pink umbrella! I like it!"
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