Last night around 6 PM, the counter-protest against Fred Phelps' planned protest turned vigil when Phelps' crew decided not to show up. Probably for the best. I rode my bike over to the corner of Central and Walnut, at the edge of the high school.It was a lovely, warm, blustery evening, a night full of portent. I could have ridden my bike forever under the dark trees.
Kim made salmon, polenta and greens and Val came over for dinner.
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