We had a big turnout for the Van Ness gate this morning — all of the regulars plus a few visitors. We debated whether that was an auspice or a coincidence. Either way, there were a lot of doughnuts.
The old Russian guy who stands across the street watching us for hours decided he wanted to carry a picket sign for about 30 seconds. When we offered him a doughnut, he asked for vodka. Which made me rethink the past few weeks of watching him watching us: he may be completely blitzed at every moment.
Except for a brief visit on Tuesday to bring cookies and show off my daughter, I’ve been away from the picket line all week. There wasn’t a lot of news to catch up on. Angry Cadillac Woman is M.I.A. — she didn’t show up today either. Beyond that, same old stretch of asphalt.
Today’s principal topics of conversation: dog rescue, Clinton vs. Obama, good-looking Socialist reporter guy, brain tumors, limousine liberalism, pretending to be Canadian, and those guys who paint street numbers on the curb without asking and expect you to pay them.
