PROTESTING
Susie called me. There was a crowd meeting in Pack Square in Asheville to protest the Republicans trying win the election for a state Supreme Court justice, which they lost by a good deal, by claiming the election was fraudulent, claiming that a number of Democratic votes were cast illegally, the same thing Trump claimed in the 2020 and was going to claim in 2024 until he won and shut up about voting fraud. We could stop fuming about the election and do something.
I got to the square first and there wasn’t a protester in sight. We were going to meet and eat in the Noodle Shop on Pack Square, which we did. I confess that I was mainly there to get photographs so that I would have something to write about today.
I am writing about it anyway. Susie had a huge bowl of soup and I had crispy chicken. Was this our way of protesting, did it show that our heart was in the right place? What else can we do these days but protest? Trump won the election.
The other protesters it turned out were just out of sight down by the Buncombe County Courthouse in the freezing cold, so cold that by the time we found out they were there, while we were cozy in the Noodle Shop, they had begun to disperse. We saw them walking toward us with their large protest signs in their hands.
Do we still get credit? Our motives were good. We were where the protest was announced to be.
I have just finished eating the crispy chicken that I brought home and feel no guilt, glad that I have something to write about.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 