A small but noisy BLM protest popped up on our street last night. In this sleepy suburban neighborhood, the sudden racket was jarring at 11 pm. Pounding drums, megaphone, shouting and bright lights shining into dark houses.
After a rally at the school across the street, the group of about 40 people marched off to the Junction. Apparently, their intent was to disturb certain city council members at their homes, and confront them with their demands to de-fund the Seattle police department. Well, everyone else got a nice taste of disturbance along the way.
It was the hottest night of the year, and all the restaurants, bars and parks are closed. I know this sounds cynical, but where can young adults gather to blow off steam? Don't get me wrong, I sincerely support the cause, but this flash protest was nothing like the big family-attended events in West Seattle on weekend afternoons.
"Small potatoes" says John.
On a cooler note. I'm not a fan of Trader Joe fresh fruit, but this golden watermelon was juicy and sweet. After a taco salad dinner, just the thing. Then we went down to the basement and watched the wonderful old movie "Giant" on Blu-ray. James Dean, Rock Hudson and Elizabeth Taylor. It was on my Netflix list for months before they finally sent it.
Back down to a high of 80 today. The weatherman said the "marine push is the natural wonder of the Pacific Northwest." Yes, indeed. We call it Mother Nature's free air conditioning.
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