Mayhem in the Streets

I came home from Portland on my trusted Bayporter shuttle up my street, and we noticed that the going-home traffic was extra heavy this evening. We looked ahead and demonstrators rallied around one of the local hotels where a California Republican dinner to raise monies was being held tonight. People in the crowd held up signs and banners for every cause under the sun regarding teaching jobs, schools for the children, nursing cutbacks, labor unions - The Governator is under fire. Somehow we made it through the chaos and I was home - phew.

Minutes later, I dropped everything and walked down to see what was going on up close. Republican representatives and supporters arrived in their limos to boos, hisses, and the birds, angry demonstrators harrassing and banging their cars - what a life, quite scary for them I'm sure. Demonstrators took over my street yelling and chanting, shutting down the traffic, cars, buses and taxi cabs were suddenly stuck, as helicopters circled up above, cops tried to tame the masses, news cameras and reporters were rolling. I walked down the middle of my normally trafficky street with them without a banner, being present was all I wanted to contribute at the time, not yelling, just being part of the mayhem for a moment.