Saturday, March 15--the first sun-glorious break in winter's relentless regime. There are 15 of us standing on Highway 6 on its way to Owen Sound from Guelph.
There's little four-year-old Dexter struggling with a big, valentine-shaped sign stapled onto a three foot two-by-four. It says "No To War." There's seventy-year-old Barney wearing his protest poncho--a body-length, "War is not a solution" sandwich board made of cardboard. And there's Hazel, a nursing home worker and labour activist who came with her two-year-old after seeing us at the corner the week before.
I've got a sign that reads "Love Thy Enemies." It's the one I like best from Barney's …
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