so I live in a bucolic, conservative enclave best described as "a wannabe Santa Barbara", full of white people who aren't rich enough to live a few hundred miles south.
Yesterday was an interesting cultural core sample.
After the world cup, an event which in years past was so far off the radar it didn't even engender indifference, a large convoy of cars circled downtown honking, screaming and waving Italian flags in celebration of their side triumphing over France.
Strange, yes, but not as strange as the sight that greeted me on my walk home.
The local GALA chapter was having their annual shindig, which in the past occasioned a dispirited clump of booths, a few banners and some picketing fundies down at the plaza.
This year I walked smack into a huge, boisterous crowd rocking out to the musical stylings of Rupaul.
Well now!
Small signs of life, assuredly, but signs nonetheless.
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