signs of the times
A friend texted me yesterday, asking if I'd be at Boise's No Kings protest. Another good reason to ride my bike in this gloriously fading October! (All the LMM scarfing and sere and hazes happening.) Technically a blue city in a red state, Boise, Idaho, feels and is more complex than that. I can feel the mix, riding around: self-sufficient mountain residents, hipsters (they're still here!) on station-wagon bikes, ranchers, west coast transplants, just regular people with bootcut jeans and worn, western hats, Y2K revivalists, survivalists, mountain bikers, university students, people with no particular brand, Millenial men with 70's moustaches and haircuts. Plenty of us who would identify toward conservative (some far), plenty of us who would identify toward liberal (some far), plenty of us unwilling to be put in a box. I saw a "conservative and disgusted" sign. I saw an "imagine being afraid of diversity but not of dictatorship" sign. "OMG, GOP,...
