Today is the first time taking coffee outside with my weekly coffee bf since lockdown. It's not unusual for our conversation to take new turns as no few number of people stop to talk because he was their high school English teacher. He taught a couple generations and ...
What I see today is a there is a lot more foot traffic than normal. And a lot are stop to talk with "us" (him). And all of them are wearing pride ribbons. They've come for a peaceful ... um? no parade. No protests. Just a number of people with rainbows gathered by city hall. And nowhere near the entrance.
I see newscams, and I see a photographer at work. What I didn't see is any trouble. Except for the trouble I hold as I give the Junior Policeman Salute to the parking ticket troll under the bridge
tap tap tap
It costs me a dollar to drink a coffee at a local business that banks locally, and pays a living wage. It's free parking at the big national coffee pushers'.
A failed town, is what my coffee BF says, and loans me the evidence to browse. Names and dates of all the deals that went down, and photos too.
Curious and curiouser, a city council member on her way in for coffee at the local place pauses and waves. That is unusual.