When I took this picture on the waterfront during our walk, I thought it would have shown the distinct markings of a bald eagle, but no, you'll just have to take my word for it. We walked in a light rain for the entire time, but we were hoping it would stop in time for the March for Our Lives, happening at 10:00am just a few blocks away.
Listening to the speeches in the rain
But no such luck: it rained persistently while the crowd gathered at City Hall, doing what we could to stay dry. I foolishly believed the forecast, which said that it should be just a few stray showers this morning, and had no rain hat or proper clothing. Instead, in the hour we stood outside waiting for the march to start, it just plain old rained. Fortunately, however, by the time we started to march, the rain stopped. The turnout was pretty incredible; I was so glad to see so many people wanting to support the young people whose idea it was to hold these marches today.
My smashed bumper
When I returned to the coffee shop where I had left my car, I discovered that some awful person had smashed the rear of my car and knocked it out of alignment enough that the entire bumper was pushed out of position by about two inches. There is no way they could not have noticed what happened, but there was no note, no apology. I will get it repaired, at least a little, but why do people these days feel no need to take responsibility for these things?