The Supreme Court, Religion, and Protesting

Home of the Supremes

I am a proud member of American United for the Separation of Church and State. It is an organization that seeks to keep religion out of government. They are very busy. (Disclaimer: Just to be clear, I have no problem with people being religious. I think people should believe whatever they want. That is what I call freedom of religion and in this country you can even have faith in a flying spaghetti monster (pastafarianism). What I do have a problem with is people telling me that I have to agree and accept their religion as controlling.)

Ever since Mitch McConnell packed the Supreme Court with conservative justices, it has been a heyday for protesting. Many people don’t really follow the Supreme Court. Let me give you a primer. Six justices, five men and one woman who are devout conservative Catholics, now control the court The three liberal justices are women, religion unknown. The reason we know the religion of the six conservative justices is because their religion plays a very big part in their decision making when it comes to cultural issues. With their majority, these six conservatives feel quite free to foist their religion upon us. This trend has been going on for a while, but it is now gaining full steam. They are being primed to do so. Look at this article about how a conservative religious group has been grooming justices to be “bold.” And they are.

First up was a case from Maine regarding the use of tax payer dollars to fund religious education. Maine had a problem with the availability of schools for kids living in rural areas. It created a program to pay tuition for those kids to attend private schools if that was the only option for an education. A parent wanted to send her kid to a religious school, for religious instruction, even though other private schools were available. The State declined on the ground that the state law prohibited tax dollars being used to support a nonsecular school.

The Supreme Court said Maine’s policy was discriminatory to the religious school and a violation of freedom of religion. The State of Maine is now required to provide tuition to any parent who wants to send their kid to a religious school. This decisions follows an earlier one that held if a state provides subsidies for families to have their children attend private schools (think vouchers), they have to fund religious schools as well. So will it now follow that if a State funds any public education that it has to provide the same funding to religious schools? Do you agree that your tax payer dollars should be used to fund religious schools? I have no doubt that argument is coming.

Next was the case of the football coach who wanted to pray at the 50 yard line. If you think you know the facts, you do not. To hear them tell it, all he wanted to do was say a quiet prayer after a game. To the contrary, this coach was praying aloud and proud in the best Christian way possible, at the 50 yard line, and encouraging others to join, including the young boys on his team. When parents complained, the school told him to cut it out. But they did not fire him. They agreed he could pray silently after the game but not as a public display in relation to the game. When he persisted, the school put him on paid administrative leave. They felt, as a school employee, he was violating the separation of church and state. They did not want him coercing the players, some of whom were not Christians, into prayer. Instead of agreeing it was not proper to make these kids uncomfortable by requiring them to participate in a prayer, the coach sued claiming he was fired for wanting to take a moment to say a silent prayer.

Americans United put out a call to show up at the Supreme Court on argument day to show support for the school. I went very dutifully carrying my homemade sign.

There were also a few people there in support of the coach. I saw a pastor and a flock of kids on the steps praying to the Lord God to smite the heathens. One gentleman had a sign that said “let him pray.” He was trying very hard to interrupt the AU press conference. I figured he wanted a fight and I was ready to go at it with him. But AU is made up of some very polite people. They don’t like confrontation. They told me to leave him alone. Oh, I so did not want to leave him alone. But I had my say and went on home knowing full well what the court was going to do (and they did).

The court reasoning can be explained this way–if the coach had been saying something non-religious, like “Black Lives Matter,” no one would have said anything. That was his free speech right. But since he was saying something religious they shut him down and that was a violation of his right to free speech and religious discrimination. Never mind separation of Church and State. That is out the window.

That brings us to the day in May when the Supreme Court’s abortion opinion draft was leaked. Like every sane woman, I rushed to the Court to protest.

Protesting does not really do much good but it sure does feel good. And people are so very clever. Here is my home-made sign:

Lots of people took pictures of this at the protest.
You have to admit–this is funny.

So what does this ruling have to do with religion? Well, at least three justices are adamantly opposed to abortion of any kind on religious grounds–Alito, Thomas and Barrett (who was brought up in a the fundamental religious sect (cult)). Throughout the opinion, Alito uses anti-abortion terminology such as referring to a fetus as a person that requires protection. He calls the issue a moral one that involves the life of an unborn child.

Alito is a bitter man who watches way too much Fox News. He believes that the “progressives” are out to suppress “religious liberty.” Apparently the left is trying to force people of faith to conform to their secular amoral views and he is going to fight back. That is what the abortion ruling is about. Alito has argued for decades that Roe was wrong and had to be overturned. He finally got his chance and he took it.

There is so much going on in the opinion that it is overwhelming in its ignorance–lots of cherry picked facts and illogical reasoning. I never know if people get the gist of what the court does when it reasons, but in this case, the court concluded that if there was to be such a right or any right under the Constitution it either has to be express–of course abortion is not expressly mentioned in the Constitution–or it can be implied but only if it can be shown that the right is based on tradition and history. In other words, if abortion was okay when the Constitution was written (or at the latest when the 14th amendment was written in 1868), then it is okay now. If there is no tradition of allowing abortions then there could not have been any intention to protect it as a right.

As you can imagine, there is no clear answer here. Abortion has been with us as long as there have been women. But Alito went all the way back to medieval times to determine if abortion was accepted. He cited many men who had opined on it. Among others, a religious scholar who not only thought that abortion was a sin and had to be punished severely, he also believed that witches should be executed and that wives can never be raped by their husbands. Fun huh?

Despite the fact that pro-rights advocates brought forth a lot of evidence that abortion was long accepted if it occurred before what was called “quickening,” Alito declared that information irrelevant. Fancy words to say those facts are inconvenient and have to be ignored. Then he went on to show states had long defined abortion as a crime. That was not all states mind you, just some. Many states had no laws at all, i.e., they did not have laws to prevent abortions, making the historical record mixed at best. Not to Alito. The evidence as he saw it was overwhelming that abortion was not accepted in society. With that the right to an abortion–really the right to privacy that includes abortion–is dead.

Everyone needs to contemplate this reasoning because it is going to be used to declare many laws unconstitutional in every walk of life. It has already started with guns. The court just held that since there was no tradition dating back to the Constitution, of prohibiting people from engaging in self-defense by carrying a gun, then there can be no law that prohibits the public from carrying of a gun for self-protection now. So if you were allowed to own a musket for self-defense in 1789, you can carry a pistol right now, no questions asked. The absurdity of these tests is something to behold.

No doubt, this term will lead to more protests. There are a lot of contentious cases coming. I am ready, armed with my Sharpee marker. I’ll think of something clever.

June 9-12 American Friends of Lafayette Visit West Point

so lifelike! BFF

While I have an interest in the Civil War, Matt is a Revolutionary War buff. He is particularly fond of the Marquis de Lafayette. Without Lafayette’s money, talents, or influence with the King of France we would be Canada. Briefly, Lafayette convinced France to join the War against the British and we needed their help badly. They sent a fleet and helped us win the Battle of Yorktown, which led to the British surrender. Lafayette commanded troops at Yorktown as well. 

Lafayette was also the son George Washington never had. Only 19 when he met Washington, he served as an aide to Washington and later as one of his generals. They were so close, Lafayette named his son after Washington. When Lafayette returned to France after the War and France fell into revolution, Lafayette’s life became endangered and he sent his son to America to stay under Washington’s protection. Lafayette had an enthralling life and it is hard to summarize its entirety here. This is a guy worthy of a mini-series. 

America was so in love with this hero of the Revolution that he was invited to take a farewell tour of America in 1824-1825, on the 50th anniversary of the British surrender. This tour brought out throngs. He even passed through Fayette County, my home county in Pennsylvania, which is named after him.

As a Lafayette fan, Matt joined the American Friends of Lafayette, a group dedicated to honoring Lafayette. Every year they put together a Lafayette tour to visit places significant to Lafayette and the Revolutionary War. This year it was West Point. 

This seems to be the year of engaging West Point. The Grant birthday dinner included a busload of cadets and now here we are at West Point. 

West Point is in the Hudson River Valley. Here is a vantage point. It really is beautiful there. 


And guess who merits a statue? My man. U.S. Grant.

Grant statue at West Point

Grant was a West Point grad who certainly did not excel except in math and being a great equestrian. Many of his friends would become Confederate generals and they did not think there was too much to worry about when he became a general. I mean after all, Robert E. Lee graduated at the top of his class. Who could beat that? Well, a guy named Grant. Persistence. Moving forward. Always moving forward. After a particularly bad defeat he said, “Well, we will whip ’em tomorrow.” I hope they teach that at West Point.

Another guy we know and love has a statue there. The General–George Washington that is:

Here comes the General.

I am not from a military family so I am not really familiar with the military way of life. My mom was a WAAC for a year during WW II, but that was it. She loved being in the military and she really wanted me to join up. She thought I would make a great general. God knows I’m good at ordering people around and I am really good at things like logistics. But it was not for me. I am not really a joiner of groups. I don’t like uniforms. (The closest I ever came to a uniform was wearing a business suit, which is in effect a type of uniform. Even that I pushed back on.) I don’t take well to being told what to do. I am not the kind of person who can just sit there and take being yelled at. Plus, the hours are lousy. So I have a hard time imagining military life from a full perspective. But the school was nice, the grounds and setting lovely. 

The Lafayette connection to West Point is a Revolutionary War connection having to do with the discovery that Benedict Arnold, who very nearly handed West Point over to the British, was a traitor. As described in one magazine article, as Washington, Lafayette and Hamilton were getting ready to have dinner with Arnold, they learned of his betrayal.

“In another room on the same floor Lafayette was washing up when Hamilton suddenly burst open the door. He begged the Marquis to attend instantly on his Excellency. Lafayette sprinted down the hall to find Washington trembling with emotion. “Arnold has betrayed us!” Washington cried out. “Whom can we trust now?”

Flexner, Benedict Arnold: How The Traitor Was Unmasked 1967

So we toured places that were related to the traitor Arnold, how they hunted him down, and the trial of those who abetted the treason. Everyone on the trip knew the entire story. On the other hand, I am not schooled in Lafayette lore or Revolutionary War lore. I’m really not good at remembering history. So much of the facts were a jumble for me. But it was a part of New York I had never visited with people who seemed very nice. 

Concerts Concerts Concerts

We have been cooped up for two years and this summer everyone seems to be going on tour. We are participating. This post will be updated as the summer goes on.

May 7 – Chopteeth Afro Funk Band –

Afro-beat is something I love so this band is right up my alley. If you know Fela Kuti, then this is in that genre. Chopteeth is a local band we discovered at the local strawberry festival a few years ago and we try to see them when we can. This time the show was at The Hamilton, a restaurant/night club in downtown D.C. They have bongos, horns, and guitar all with an African rhythm for a dancing feel good show. I am always happy after I see them. You can’t not be. The music is just fun. Here is a video to get a taste of it. I adore that bongo player.

June 3 – Kool and the Gang and The Time. This was an interesting show. Matt wanted to see The Time. Kool and the Gang was kind of an afterthought. They were both really good. You don’t realize how many hits Kool and the Gang had until you watch them go through their catalog. “Celebration” which we all know from sports events. “Jungle Boogie,” which they turned into a riotous dance jam. Hollywood Swinging. The list goes one. Good time was had by all.

June 18 – Trombone Shorty and his Voodoo Threauxdown Tour at Wolf Trap. Okay okay. I love horns. I especially love the trombone. I think it goes back to Frank Demond from Preservation Hall Jazz Band. I loved that guy. Interesting fact–my husband is a trombone player. I did not know that when I married him. But yep, he is a musician.

So seeing Trombone Shorty is a no brainer. And man can this guy play trombone. And trumpet and tuba. And drums and organ. Holy moly. Troy Andrews a.k.a. Trombone Shorty was a child prodigy. He started playing the trombone at the age of four and was leading a band by the age of six. How is that even possible?

The Threauxdown was a mini-festival that we pretty much missed for a lot of reasons, mostly that I was having a bad day and just could not get focused. So we missed the other bands playing on the tour. But we did see Mr. Andrews and he just blasted that trombone for two hours of dancing fun. His music is funk and contemporary New Orleans jazz. What does that mean? Whatever Shorty wants it to. He plays all sorts of music, mostly funky or jazzy funk, but he stretches boundaries. Here is a sample.

I have hearing loss in my left ear from a blast of music I took at a concert several years ago. They tried but there was no saving the hearing. I am not deaf but there is a distinct loss for some ranges (mostly Matt’s range. I can never hear what he says). To prevent further loss, the audiologist wants me to wear ear plugs at concerts. Normally I do. But they muffle horns and that was not welcome with this band, so out came the ear plugs. I had to hear that groove!

June 19 – Tears for Fears. This was a full concert weekend. Tonight we saw Garbage (yes, that is the name of a band) and Tears for Fears. Matt’s pick, of course. Garbage was way more interesting than I expected. Very punk and I like that. Tears for Fears is very pop. I’m okay with it and I think I knew maybe one or two songs. But mostly I just played with my phone.

Free Style Love Supreme – May 14

freestyle love supreme

Sometimes I read about something and just say to myself, self, we need to do that. This is why we went to see Free Style Love Supreme. A show created by Lin-Manual Miranda, its an improvisational hip hop show. I read that Christopher Jackson, who will always be my George Washington, was going to participate. Oh, Chris Jackson, who has the voice of an angel and, in my view could sing the phone book and make it sound great. [Aside: Does that statement mean anything in today’s world? What else is boring but if a person sang it, it would be interesting? Get back to me.] So, why not?

I had no idea what to expect but off we went. I am not a hip hop fan but this was hilarious. The premise is that the singers/rappers and a beat boxer involve the audience, asking them to tell them stories or suggest words that the improv group then turns into a song right there. In this one, they sang about toothbrushes among other fun turns. What a great time. There is a documentary about it, which I have not seen but now very much need to.

improv hip hop–Jackson on the right.

Ulysses S Grant and Me

The Greatest General Ever

I have a thing for Ulysses S. Grant. I am not sure how I fell into this rabbit hole but I am sure it had something to do with Father Abraham (that’s Lincoln). I love Lincoln for many reasons. He was funny and wise. He loved his boys and yet they died breaking his heart. He was given a task that no mortal could really solve and he did the best he could only to pay for it in the end. I have read many biographies about Lincoln and Grant would show up as his favorite general. Well, if U.S. Grant was Lincoln’s favorite general, there must be something there. So I started reading about him.

Grant’s reputation has been tainted for a century largely because of the revisionist history of the Lost Cause. He beat Robert E. Lee so he had to be villanized–the story is that he was a drunk who did not care about his men and corrupt and incompetent as President. But now historians are taking a deep dive and it is clear that Grant was perhaps the one of the greatest tacticians in war, his troops loved him, he was modest, humble and probably too trusting of his friends. He was the President who pushed Reconstruction and tried hard to carry out Lincoln’s hope to rebuild the South and give former slaves the freedom they deserved and to ensure they had their full rights. That did not go over too well in the South, as you can imagine. He was the first to deal with the Ku Klux Klan. He put them down with military might.

Grant was small in stature and he had little patience for school. So he did not do well at West Point. He had two talents–he was a horse whisperer. His relationship with horses was legendary. He could ride any horse, even the most difficult. His favorite was a beautiful war horse named Cincinnati. He was know for eschewing military clothes, favoring the garb of a private. When he travelled to Washington to see Lincoln, he did so by himself without much fanfare. Once he showed up at the Willard Hotel, acting like an average guy just after Lincoln had named him Lieutenant General of all the armies. He was trying to check in but he had no reservation. They were giving him the run around as if he were a pauper trying to get an expensive room. Someone suddenly realized it was Grant and murmurs went through the hotel that the General was in the lobby. He was mobbed by well wishers.

After he finished two terms as president, he went on a world tour and was feted wherever he went. His tactics as a General were studied worldwide.

For a lot of reasons after his presidency, he was perpetually in need of money. He was never very good at business. But he was a good writer and he was convinced to write his biography. Mark Twain learned about this and sought to publish the book himself. Being an admirer, Twain wanted to make sure Grant got as much money as possible from the deal. Grant went to work writing. But the worst thing happened. Grant developed throat cancer, likely driven by the cigars he constantly smoked. (He puffed day and night.) He eventually died a horrible and painful death from throat cancer. Twain got the book published and it is considered one of the best military biographies ever written. I’ve read it. It is clear and concise, as you would expect.

So I am kind of a fan.

In April, we went to New York to see a concert at Radio City Music Hall (Matt needed to seen A-ha, a band from his youth what I am not really familiar with but that is a different essay).

With an afternoon free, Matt asked me if I wanted to go to Grant’s Tomb. Well, hell yes! So we taxied to Harlem–122nd and Riverside Drive. Officially known as the General Grant National Monument, this is the largest mausoleum in North America.

Grant Monument
Inside dome
Lee’s surrender

Both Grant and his wife, Julia, are buried there. The tomb spent years in a decrepit state, graffiti covered and neglected. It was restored in large part due to the work of Frank Scaturro. As a college student at Columbia University, Scaturro volunteered to be a guide at the Grant Monument. He found it to be in serious need of attention and began a solo effort to have the Park Service and Congress fund a restoration, the most important being to secure the place from vandals in off hours. He eventiually prevailed.

But even now, we found a monument in serious need of attention. The plaza in front needs serious work, many stones are loose or broken. The building looks like it needs a good cleaning all the way around. There is a horrible art project from the 1970’s that may have seemed like a good idea at the time but really needs to go. And for our purposes, the monument is not handicapped accessible so I had to carry Matt’s knee scooter up the stairs.

When we arrived, a ranger was talking to two women about Grant and the Civil War. I started listening and nodding along. Then I joined the conversation. Three women gabbing about Grant and Lincoln. It was nerdy and fun. It turned out that these two women did not know each other. They happened upon each other in the building both interested in what the ranger had to say. We talked and talked that poor ranger’s ear off until it was time to close the place. We helped him close up and walked away still talking.

One of the women mentioned that the bicentennial of Grant’s birthday was coming up and there was going to be a big dinner in his honor. I said, well, let’s just look that up on the old internet. And I found it in about one minute. The Grant Monument Association was throwing a party–a dinner and “colloquy” between General David Petraeus, and Ron Chernow and Ron White, both Grant biographers. (The Grant Monument Association was originally responsible for getting the monument built. It was rekindled by Scaturro when enough people agreed the monument needed repairs, protection and just some TLC. I have since joined.)

I looked at Matt and asked whether we could get back to NYC to go to the dinner. It would be a weeknight. He said we would make it work. So I bought tickets to the dinner and we were set. We said goodbye to the ladies and went on our way.

Two weeks later, April 27, it was time to celebrate Grant’s birthday. There was a wreath laying ceremony and celebration to be held at the monument in the morning, and then the dinner would be later that evening. We caught the early train to NYC and cabbed it up to the monument.

We took our seats. The monument was bedecked in the colors.

“Let us have peace” are words Grant spoke in his inauguration address.

As we waited, a woman from NYC’s public radio asked to interview us about why we were at the ceremony. We told her we were from DC, which impressed her greatly. We travelled all that way to celebrate Grant’s birthday? Yes. She asked us what our feelings were about the fact that Grant did not have a great record on race. I proceeded to give her the history of President Grant including his fight to preserve voting rights for former slaves and his taking on the Klu Klux Klan. She did not know any of this. She asked how I learned all this and I answered, “I read books.” I mean, geez. What kind of question is that?

The ceremony began and we were entertained with a military color guard, speeches by politicians, generals, and Grant’s great-great-grandson, Ulysses Grant Dietz.

After the proceedings we were getting some snacks and we saw one of the women, Dakota, from our first visit. We waved and asked, do you remember us? She could not believe we came back and we were going to the dinner! Too hilarious.

Me, Matt and Dakota

We said our goodbyes and headed back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. The dinner was to be held at the Union League Club, one of those old school men’s clubs that has been around since the 1800’s. This club was formed as a break away group when the original Union Club refused to denounce the Confederacy. 

Just for fun here are the rules on “decorum”:

  • On weekdays, until Friday at 4:00 pm, jackets are required for gentlemen and appropriate equivalent dress is required for women throughout all areas of the Clubhouse. Athletic shoes, hats, flip flops, cut off or short shorts, tank tops, or crop tops are not permitted anywhere in the Clubhouse or Terrace Café, at any time throughout the year. Jeans are not permitted on weekdays. Ties are required only during dinner hours in the Mary Murray Room and Lounge and at evening committee events, except where the event announcement states otherwise. Jackets may be removed when playing billiards. Blazers and ties are available for members and guests to borrow while visiting the Clubhouse. Starting at 4:00 pm on Friday through Sunday evening jackets are not required but are encouraged.

    Members and guests are expected to dress in a manner respectful of the membership and the Club. Collared shirts are required for men, and jeans and trousers must be in good condition.

    On Saturdays and Sundays from Memorial Day weekend through Labor Day members and guests may wear dress (e.g. Bermuda style) or golf shorts in the Clubhouse. Jeans are also permitted on Friday evenings starting at 4:00 pm, between Memorial Day and Labor Day.

  • Members are at all times responsible for ensuring that their guests are aware of and comply with the Club’s dress code. Private event hosts may, at their discretion, permit “business casual” attire in those rooms rented exclusively for their event. Jeans are not permitted. Hats and coats must be checked in at the Coat Room on the Ground Floor or kept in overnight rooms.Hand luggage is not permitted in the Union League Café, Bar & Lounge, Main Dining Room, Mary Murray Room, or Main Lounge. Members and guests going to or from the outside to overnight rooms, the Fitness Center, or squash courts are not required to comply with the dress code but are expected to be respectful of the Clubhouse, the membership and our guests. Proper attire is to be maintained in the Presidents’ Room. Jackets may be removed upon entry.

You know, when I read this code I think, hey, I wish more places had rules like this. This is the way people used to dress. No more. I am so sick of seeing people in shorts and t-shirts in the theater and in restaurants. It is so not approriate. But that is the basis of another post.

So off we went to the Union League Club to have dinner and see a colloquy. 

The dinner was populated with what looked liked elderly men, military types, and young West Point cadets. At dinner we had three cadets at our table. In the old Stephen Colbert fashion, I asked if Grant was a great general or the greatest general. They did not get the joke. I am afraid to think they were too young to remember. But the cadet did admit that Grant was a fantastic general. I can’t say I remember the dinner itself. I think the food was good for a banquet kind of dinner. Mostly it was about watching General Petraeus ask questions. 

Talking Grant

It was interesting to listen to the historians discuss Grant but I did not really learn anything new. But hey, I was there just to celebrate his birthday. We need more attention to be paid to Grant. I will do my best. 

March 24 – Cherry Blossom Kite Festival

Right before it was blown away.

The kite festival was back after a two year hiatus.  The Kite Fest starts off the Cherry Blossom Festival.  People converge on the Mall around the Washington Monument to celebrate kite flying.  Everyone tries it.  Even me.  At least once a year I break out our kites and give it a go.  The wind is excellent around the monument and the area is clear of buildings and trees, so it is generally safe flying. 

As we approached the Mall, we were puzzled because we did not see very many kites in the air.  As we neared the monument, the reason became quite clear.  The wind was howling.  It was as cold as a winter’s day.  There were numerous kites mangled on the ground or stuck in kite eating cherry trees.  

Kite eating tree

  Undaunted I decided to try my kite.  It was a double box kite and it was going to go far fast.  I managed to get it into the air, but it was the wrong kite for the weather. I was wrestling with it as it bounced around on the air currents.  Then one terrific gust, and boom, the kite string broke and the kite was gone.  It dove to the ground like a kamikaze and then rolled right into the kite competition area.  Oops!  I ran after it, but it kept rolling.  I finally caught up with it about a half mile later when someone stopped it and folded it up.  Well, so much for kite flying.  We turned to leave and the sky before us was filled with dark gray clouds.  Even though it was the end of March, snow and sleet pummeled us as we made our way another half mile to the car.  That was pretty miserable.  Such is the weather in D.C.  It can be 80º and sunny one day and 30º with snow the next.  That’s okay.  It makes life a bit more interesting.  

February 28 to March 10 – the days just disappear

Is it because we no longer go go go? Is it because we are settled in our ways? Why do the days fly by with nothing to show for it? But doing the little things we do gives us some structure and maybe allow us to have brief moments of just being aware.

I took the cat to the vet and then we drove around town while I ran errands. This is not momentous. But for those few hours of being in the car with a tiny cat was very much in the moment time spent. I talk to her and she looks at me with resignation very much wanting to get home where it is safe. I understood where she was coming from. I tried to explain to her that it can be fun being out and about. She was not convinced. I did not really believe it either. So we went home and another day passed by.

These disappearing days add up until you find yourself saying “I can’t believe it is March.” Thomas Mann had a theory about time that I think is true. Have you ever noticed that a week on vacation feels like a month? His theory was that the routine of life, the sameness, compresses time–it goes by quickly because it is always the same. But that sameness also makes yesterday feel like last year. Can it really be that we celebrated Christmas three months ago? it feels like a year ago.

But when you go on vacation, routines are interrupted and things are new. Time then slows down because it has a new orientation. Sensations are different, what you see and hear is different. Your routine clock changes. I think he is right about this. It is the routine, or rut if I am being honest, that makes time fly. The only way to slow time is to open up to new things.

February 27 – Ukraine War Protest

Protests were breaking out everywhere and I just had to join in. I drew up my poster. I had heard about the Ukrainian soldier who had told the Russians to go fuck yourself and well, that poster just write itself.

We drove down to the Russian Embassy and the protest was in full swing. We somehow ended up in the car parade so Matt waved the poster out the passenger side window while I drove along. When we came in front of the woman leading the crowd with a bull horn, she saw our sign and said started chanting, “Putin, go fuck yourself.” Putin, go fuck yourself.” Everyone joined in and waved at us as we passed by. It felt good giving support.

Unfortunately, there was not a parking space to be had so we swung down to the Ukrainian Embassy to see if there was anything going on there. It was quiet with just a pile of flowers out front. By the time we got back to the Russian Embassy, the crowd had dispersed. Good times!

Hilarious. People are so funny.

February 24 –  A.D. 16 — The Next Broadway Hit

            You hear it here first.  We saw a musical that you are going to want to see on Broadway in a few years. It is called A.D. 16 and it was premiered here at our local regional theater, Olney Theatre, of which we are a member.  To say this musical was fun is really an understatement.  Mary of Magdala is a sixteen year old girl who wants to be independent.  This is not a thing in Nazareth. Then she meets the dreamy 16 year old boy next door named Jesus and she falls head over heels in love.  Fantastic songs and fun ensues.  A lot of old school R&B and soul sounds, some rap and some ballads all to make up an endearing and watchable show.  This is going to be great on Broadway and I can say we saw it here first.  

            We actually saw another show here in D.C. before Broadway—Come from Away.  It premiered here about a year before it made it to New York.  It was a wonderful story and you just knew this musical was going somewhere.  And it did. So will A.D. 16. Here is a link to the Post article.

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