First part of today's schedule was the No Kings assembly in Lexington Center. I took lots of pictures. I think this was my favorite sign.

The combination of a joke (orange monarch being Trump and the butterfly) with a positive action (planting milkweed) seemed ideal to me.
I didn't see many people I knew very well, but passed folks I hadn't seen in a while, including some I probably hadn't seen since our daughters were in Girl Scouts. Some people look just the same, some look so old to me. One of the speakers was Ed Markey. He seemed full of energy as always when he's doing public speaking. He's 80. I kind of agree that there should be an age limit (or term limits?) for public office, but I'm not sure what it should be.
The buses were running late due to traffic (no marchers in the streets, but many cars), so I left early enough to walk two miles to be on time to a memorial service. Packed church, almost no masks. Fond remembrances, moving music. Same thing - people I hadn't seen in a while, some visibly older, others pretty much the same. The person being memorialized was 81 and had been in ill health for several years.
After that I went to the river for some Head of the Charles experience. One of the races I watched was mixed gender quad (four people, each with two oars, no coxswain). Many of the crews were family groups. In one of them, the announcer made it a point to say that there were three generations, including someone who was 81 years old.

The combination of a joke (orange monarch being Trump and the butterfly) with a positive action (planting milkweed) seemed ideal to me.
I didn't see many people I knew very well, but passed folks I hadn't seen in a while, including some I probably hadn't seen since our daughters were in Girl Scouts. Some people look just the same, some look so old to me. One of the speakers was Ed Markey. He seemed full of energy as always when he's doing public speaking. He's 80. I kind of agree that there should be an age limit (or term limits?) for public office, but I'm not sure what it should be.
The buses were running late due to traffic (no marchers in the streets, but many cars), so I left early enough to walk two miles to be on time to a memorial service. Packed church, almost no masks. Fond remembrances, moving music. Same thing - people I hadn't seen in a while, some visibly older, others pretty much the same. The person being memorialized was 81 and had been in ill health for several years.
After that I went to the river for some Head of the Charles experience. One of the races I watched was mixed gender quad (four people, each with two oars, no coxswain). Many of the crews were family groups. In one of them, the announcer made it a point to say that there were three generations, including someone who was 81 years old.
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Date: 2025-10-19 04:10 am (UTC)My mother saw and mentioned that one! I love it secondhand.
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Date: 2025-10-19 10:33 am (UTC)