Fighting A Battle To #LetWomenSpeak

My experience #StandingForWomen in Philadelphia

Doors opened at nine. I walked into the visitors center a few minutes later, after checking the speakers’ square to see it was empty and the barrier was already in place around three sides as promised.

Sunday was my first trip to see Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell since 1976, the year of the Bicentennial. At one point, passing homeless people sleeping on a bench, I recognized the place where I had watched Revolutionary War reenactors load and fire a blank from a cannon. A man seemed high on a heroin-and-Jamaica ginger cocktail, staggered exaggeratedly to a curb and rested his head against it.

No enemy surveillance was visible.

After doing touristy things I walked to get hot coffee, for it was blistering cold, and rested in the parking garage to warm up. So I was fresh and ready when I found the event organizers arriving, introduced myself, met everyone. This being an event organized by moms, there were snacks and drinks. Me being an old soldier, I was there to fight for their …