Sunday morning, the flowers still lay where Sister Agnes had thrown them.
We made good and brave speeches, stated actual goals with dates associated. I do not believe we have met any of those goals. A face painter at Comicon did me up in royal "Sugar Skull" fashion for the "Dia de los Muertos" march that evening. 30,000 of us, most painted up nice. Oh! For a march of 30,000!
