What can YOU say in six sentences?
Marge picked me up in her Windstar, the back seat crammed full of handmade signs.
"I bet there's no parking," she said, circling the Capitol twice, "but Jeanie said if we get tickets, just turn them in at the next meeting and the union'll pay them."
The steps, halls and rotunda were packed with teachers, civil servants and retirees from every corner of Wisconsin. Jeanie jostled her way toward us, her face flushed with enjoyment and her coat covered in colorful protest buttons, some dating back to old civil rights and peace marches.
"Those Republican sons-of-guns might be able to cow the Democrats, but nobody fucks with us aging hippy baby boomers and wins," she grinned.
"Hell, nobody puts on a goddam demonstration better than our generation!"