I was on a two hour bus ride to Washington D.C. and I was half way through it, and I still wasn’t completely sure why I was there. I was there to support the cause, but why? Did I really, truly believe in the cause, or was I going just to cover the story? I’d find out soon enough. My notes from the bus ride read, “Chaos everywhere, people screaming, passing through Newport now; try to pass the time by listening to Devo, Men Without Hats, and Cotton Eyed Joe”. The bus ride wasn’t as productive as I thought it would be and a little bit more aggravating.

I arrived at the destination and got off the bus around eight o’clock in the morning. The air outside was brisk yet refreshing compared to the poisonous recycled air on the bus. As I stretched out and gathered my marching “gear”, people shook hands and greeted each other with big grins,” Are you ready to march! Are you ready to impeach that swine that we call president! I know I am! As soon as I straightened up, an over-eager geek of a man bounded over to me and introduced himself “Ken, Ken Kavitz, pleased to meet ya!” I took a few steps back and introduced myself as Kevin Katz to which he immediately pointed out the coincidence in both of our names being two K words. “I have to lose this dolt” I thought “or surely i’ll be dead by nightfall”.

“Where is this goddamn thing?” I asked searching for it. “Right here”, and Ken swung me around to show me the site. “Holy shit!” I said as I dropped to my knees in awe of the vast two acre clearing jam packed with every single protesting group imaginable. There were people walking and discussing politics, huge tents of people giving out signs, orgies in the middle of the crowd, just pure bedlam. With a daring step, I plunged myself into the squirming crown and held my breath for fear of catching typhus. I had to excuse my way through the pot heads, the acid junkies, and the feminists to get to my position for the pre-march rally. Sometime during my excursion through the sybarites, I lost Ken, and at a good time too, because I was reaching that point when I would have punched that babbling geek. I reached my destination in the crowd, and I was surrounded by tens of thousands of people and wondered what I got my self into.