While You Were Sleeping

Yesterday was Tuesday. It is buy one get one free at Baskin Robbins. My husband decided to go out at 9:30pm to buy dessert. He would eat his when he got home and I would eat mine during the week. He got into the car and made a right turn onto Front Street. He drove down the block, when he saw protesters. There were police cars with flashing lights blocking off the street, so the traffic would not go near them. There were over a hundred people ranting in the intersection. Why? What was the purpose of this at 9:30 pm, in a quiet town? Who were they protesting to? Most residents were in their homes sleeping. He got his ice cream and when he returned, the march was now at Fairhaven Drive. He hoped that no one would veer off of the march route and go into the private streets to knock on doors, as had happened in other neighborhoods. Protests have become the new social gatherings. They take up police time and instill fear in the good people. At this point in time, we all know that change is necessary. Constant protests might begin to work against the cause, as poking the bear too much is never a good idea.