As I waited to board my plane out of DC, the one we were to take landed from Ohio. As the passengers came off the plane and walked past us, I thought I recognized some of them. They had this glassy eyed look; a smug expression; t-shirts with Marxist images; and dirty back packs. I thought, “Where had I seen them before?” I boarded the plane for home and erased it from my head. I had more important things to think about such as getting home to my family and planning our next event for the tea party.
