The local weather forecast for No Kings Day was for sun — and frigid temps. For once, the meteorologists were correct. I wore layers of clothing and gloves but stupidly forgot to wear a hat. I thought my ears would fall off by 2 p.m., but I was glad to be among the several thousand peaceful protesters gathered at Worcester’s Institute Park (and later on the Worcester Common.)
Despite retirement, I am still the same old opinionated news junkie I’ve been since middle school. I’m still a flaming liberal, which can be alienating — the difference is I don’t care if the cool kids like me now. I’m too old to concern myself with popularity contests.
As long as my grandkids like me, I’m content. However, those grandkids are a big part of why I protested the runaway train known as Trump 2.0. Like most grandparents, I want those kids to live in a free and safe world. I want them to be happy, productive people who can reach and exceed their goals. I want them to love their neighbors and embrace their community. None of this seems outrageous to me, but somehow it feels like a pipe dream…