

The Meaning of Marching
I was at the Women’s March in DC Saturday with my 31 year old daughter. Initially she came out of filial duty. She figured her attendance would earn her a year’s worth of good daughter brownie points. At the end of the day though, she thanked me for getting her to come. It was downright exhilarating to see so many good people peaceably and passionately assembled to exercise their first amendment rights. She quipped, “I never knew there were so many Canadians living here.” It