A stranger overhears their conversation and it turns out he's sympathetic to their cause. He gladly donates some cord lying around in his car's trunk. After some measuring and cutting into four lengths, the protesters are ready. They affix their banner to a fence fronting an empty lot down the street. The winter sun sets on another short day.
Temps drop even more.
Tonight we notice that the protest banner remains on the fence, not worthy to be ripped down by the cops or any rabid conservatives. That forsaken banner reminds us of a popular wall poster from the 1960s, during the height of that era's social upheaval. Today they gave a protest in Plattsburgh. Sitting there, talking with a friend, when a woman walks up. It's affecting my business.