I'm going home. I walked down the middle of a closed street which had been turned into a staging area. Out of a rotten cavity of a bar drunks stumbled, dancing to the Mariachi music that echoed around the old buildings. Most wore varying interpretations of guerrilla gear, but gave off more of a engaging vibe than the usual Rage Against Mom and Dad crew. Walking closer, I heard shouting and cheering from inside.
Youth are always the most audacious.
They are first to take initiative in exposing the enemy and struggling against him. Youth generally do not weigh the way things are against the way things used to be, but much more so against how they think things ought to be. To my cynical delight, I'd walked into a May Day meeting. A woman asked me in, offered me a 7Up, and stepped away. I handed over a buck for a copy of what people were fanning themselves with.