Only five weeks have passed since one of the most significant protest events ever to have graced Washington DC’s National Mall. Already it seems like it happened millennia ago. Which, of course, is all part of the President Pennywise strategy, a tactic honed during the campaign. Start each day with some new outrage against decency and pretty soon people will not only have trouble recalling the past, they won’t want to. They will voluntarily give up the act of memory because it is too confusing and painful.
But I’ve been thinking about the Women’s March again recently and, contra the Pennywise strategy, found myself recalling something I’d forgotten. That my experience of that day was intimately connected with the fact that in among everything else that was going on, it was for me also a biking event.