It was a glorious day to be an American; Sue and I joined thousands of others patriots here in Denver yesterday. We were united in our love of our country and concern that the democracy we as Americans have longed cherished is under threat.

Fortunately, anger, though, was not the primary emotion–I think you would have to describe the feeling of the crowd as one of joy at being alive and being able to voice our dissent.

We gathered at the Capitol Building in the center of Denver; Sue and I arrived there just before 12:00. There were already a lot of people about, but by the time that the march stepped off at 1:00, there were some 25 to 30 thousand people, according to the police who are used to counting such crowds.

We marched down 15th street, which runs right in front of Brooks, our condo building. When we finally got to Brooks, after a few rest stops, we stood and cheered on as the demonstrators streamed on by. The last of whom passed by about 2:45. The end of the march seemed as excited and exhilarated as those who led off the march.

There was a lot of whimsy and playfulness among the crowd. Throughout the day we marveled at the cleverness of the posters and the hilarity of the costumes and slogans.

We loved the clever posters and the costumes. We were pretty tired by the time we got back home, but what a wonderful and exhilarating day!