My daughter Genevieve and I had agreed to meet at the stop sign in downtown Vashon.

As I drove south toward town, I spotted a solitary figure in a bright green frog costume walking along the otherwise deserted Vashon Highway. I took it as a sign that Vashon’s demonstration would be well attended. I squeezed into a parking spot on the road east of Thriftway, retrieved my sign from the back seat, put on my gloves and headed to the corner.

My granddaughter Ava had printed my sign, “No Kings, No Fascists, No Criminals,” and on the reverse, “Impeach Trump.” I had been thinking about fascism when I designed the sign last night. Both my father and my husband Bill’s father had fought fascists in World War II. My mother had left my tiny sister with my grandmother and taken a bus to Akron’s Goodye

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