A reader writes:
We met at the north end of downtown on a grey but very pleasant late morning, warm for this time of year. The crowd was hundred and fifty or two hundred strong and cheerfully disorganized. There ware at least a dozen dogs. It wasn’t clear if anyone was running the thing, though somebody had made up a variety of hand-lettered signs. My favorite was "I’m a little bit country, you’re a little bit fascist." We marched uneventfully to the courthouse then stood around on the lawn for a while, everybody drinking coffee in their Polarfleece and chatting with their neighbors while brandishing our signs. Passers-by on Broadway were honking their horns & giving us the thumbs-up.
It was a day which made me feel good about our town & optimistic for our future, gay & straight.
The Dish 