This year, I am leading my school in the walk for life. Almost all the students came and a whole bunch of parents came, plus our Chaplain.
This year, a small group of counter protesters showed up at the plaza where the march begins. Their message: the church doesn’t decide, the state doesn’t decide, the people decide! So 20 screeching harpies represent the people, while tens of thousands of walkers do not. Incapable of cognitive dissonance.
Anyway, so far so good. Another half mile to go.
Yard Sale of the Mind 
God bless you, Joseph.
Hear. Hear.
Thank you for your interesting essays, Mr. Moore, I’m enjoying your insights. I have something in common with you…a fondness for the beautiful city of Sacramento. Did you know it was named by Captain Gabriel Moraga in 1808? As he beheld the beauty of the Sacramento River (as yet unnamed) in the glistening morning sun he and his companions were struck by the beauty of the scene before their eyes. “Canopies of oaks and cottonwoods, many festooned with grapevines, overhung both sides of the blue current. Birds chattered in the trees and big fish darted through the pellucid depths. The air was like champagne, and the Spanish drank deep of it, drank in the beauty around them. “Es como el sagrado sacramento !” Moraga burbled. “This is like the Holy Sacrament.”
Isn’t that splendid?!
Melissa Quiming
That is lovely! Thanks for reading