Could there be anything more perfect than hanging out with 400,000 of my closest friends on a perfect fall Sunday afternoon in NYC? Could there be any greater joy than dancing down Broadway, right behind a om-pah-pah band, with my precious four-year-old grand-daughter while holding a “JOBS. JUSTICE. CLEAN ENERGY” poster someone just randomly handed me? Or hearing thousands of young people of every ethnicity and sexual orientation, from high schools and colleges all over the country, call and respond: “Tell me what democracy looks like?” “This is what democracy looks like.” (Yes, it does.) People’s Climate March, indeed!
*What the sign my daughter made and carried said.