I reckon about now a lot of people could use one today. Or, a lot of them.
It’s Inauguration Day in The United States. It’s pretty fair to say that the entire world is nervous. No worries. I’m not going to go all political on you now. Storyteller is supposed to be a refuge from all of that. I don’t speak liberal. And, I don’t speak conservative. I am on the side of mankind. Justice. Fairness. Caring.
I know what I know. I do what I do.
But, I wouldn’t presume to take over an airliner and fly it because I didn’t like how the flight crew treated me. Because. Because. Because. I don’t know how to fly a jet passenger plane.
Okay. That’s a metaphor.
But, we in The United States are about to be lead by a group of people who have no idea how to lead a country. And, by a man who thinks that he can tweet policy. A man who has no intellectual curiosity. A man who attacks anybody who even remotely crosses him in word or deed. The list goes on forever. Just like the road.
Like the rest of the world, I’m nervous. I have no idea what’s coming. All the tweeting, posting and instagramming in the world isn’t going to help. For the rest of the day, I’m going dark. If you decide to make a comment or two, I’ll come back to you on Saturday. However, you know what I think. The work is the prayer. There is a jazz funeral for justice, a women’s parade and a children’s parade occurring during the day starting at about 10:30 am. By the time you read this, I’ll be there.
Making pictures. Doing the work. Making the prayer.
These pictures. Welp, they came from the Undefeated Divas second line. I know these people. They are my pals on the scene. For the technically minded, F 5.6 and be there. Somewhere. Anywhere.