godzuki

I need to better define my rules for street engagement. Usually the brain gets wide discretion to ignore the crazy people that ramble around my neighborhood, but somewhere I have to draw the line. This person, for instance, I'm fine ignoring: A woman walks up alongside Rite-Aid and says loudly to the air, "A Jew owns this store, but don't tell anyone, because they might think you're anti-Semitic and you might stop shopping here," and then she walks in. But then in front of the upper Uptown, I saw a sweet old man posting anti-war posters advertising a protest, and then some other weirdo (? maybe? it's so hard to tell, the strange bag, the slightly grimy accouterments) came along five minutes later methodically taking them down. *That* I should have done something about, and now I must live in shame. *Next* time, anti-anti-war poster guy, you'll get yours. Or at least some audible disbelief. And maybe then a jaw-socking.