Occupied

A few Wednesday evenings ago, Stella, Zoey and I found ourselves lounging in the medium-hot pool at the Bozeman Hot Springs, whiling away the dark late-evening hours.

On a wall across from us, the evening's news blinked away on a large screen TV. None of us was paying much attention, and then all of a sudden, Stella keyed in on something. It was a story about Occupy Oakland, and she recognized the cityscape.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's Oakland."

"But what are they doing?"

"They're protesting."

"Why?"

"Because they believe that something isn't just and that people aren't being treated right."

A long pause ensued.

"Oh. I guess that means that if we were living in San Francisco right now, I'd be at a protest."

True that. 

A protest slogan Stella's quite familiar with.

Stella, all suited up to support a San Francisco resolution against junk mail.