A lot of people driving by flashed a thumb's-up and a smile. Some honked and waved. Of course a few of the less-mannered gave me the finger and called out insults. Usually these were service-age young men travelling in safe groups encased in oversized vehicles. One was a guy and his woman in a dark Porsche with a license-plate that started with the numbers "888." He scowled and flipped me the bird.
"Hate-hate-hate." Right there on the back of his car, proudly displayed.
For every castigating gesture or remark there were dozens of showings of support. It was breezy, cloudy, and cool. Somehow, being the only one seemed right and good. One person with a message, many busy people travelling by. It was something that had to be seen, and it was.
