“Stuck”
This is Joe. He’s not a protester, usually. But like many of us, he woke up on a weekend morning after pondering the news about this country and felt…stuck. Unlike most of us, he went into his garage, got some cardboard and an American flag. He made a sign and headed to the freeway overpass.
We briefly spoke. I shook his hand and said my wife would love what he was doing. It’s how democracy seems to work: someone speaks for you while, for some reason, you feel stuck. They wave a flag so that you can do your job and write about it, take a photo, honk, shake their hand, get their name.
I’m never on that freeway overpass. I have no reason to walk across that bridge. On the other hand, Joe is usually not waving a flag there. But when you’re stuck, you go to different places at different times and do different things, in hope to find something different. The point is to get unstuck
