I think he waves. The demonstrators happily push forward and obscure my view. Video cams hum. I wish I had a stepladder. The afternoon before, Great Uncle Lazaro appears and waves and approaches the barricades like a movie star greeting his fans.
Camera crews make their intermittent skirmishes into the west end.
But what we'd really like is another storming of the barricades. Before 6 p.m. In St. Louis and Washington and Dallas, they see the little house and the child waving. They see the fervent demonstrators on the west side of Second Street, pushing and shouting and waving, the angriest and looniest getting most of the camera action. But they don't see the truly bizarre circus, behind the cameras on the east end.