Life and Death

Yesterday I rode my bike downtown to see some shows at the galleries. When I got there the police had blocked off some of the streets. There were traffic jams, cars were honking, nobody was happy. While I was at the Paule Anglim Gallery I looked out the window and saw a pro life march heading down Market Street toward the ferry building. I left to go home and rode my bike up Geary Street thinking I could avoid the madness by cutting across Hyde. When I got to Hyde there was a funeral procession up and down the street as far as the eye could see. It was a mess. Maybe if the right to lifers and the funeral goers had teamed up they could have brought that guy back to life.