Relay for Life

This teeny town holds one every year for cancer survivors, all night long on the 'town' square. This year a good friend who has a bit of agoraphobia wanted me to go because her husband leaves early and she's too nervous to stay there alone with a whopping crowd of 30-40 people. Anyway, we went together and sat on lawn chairs from 7-10:30 pm when I got too tired to hang on any longer.

We had a good time watching a few other people walk and the local talent show wasn't too bad for what/where it was. They auctioned an expensive pie that came with the honor of throwing it at the police chief. Too bad I didn't bring $ with me.

Maybe I should be ashamed of what I enjoyed most, however. A lot of the music was canned, and the attendees went wild over 4 particular great songs: 3 by the Village People and 1 by David Bowie. These folks are so vociferously anti-equal rights that I'm fairly sure they don't know certain interesting facts about those artists or they wouldn't have been so enthusiastic. The rightwing butthead who writes and publishes the regional weekly here recently referred to national LGBT activists as 'animals'! But I'm not one to spoil good clean fun, so I kept my trap shut. Maybe someday they'll be ashamed of their attitudes when and if they do find out. One of their kids might have to tell them. That's one reason I tend to admire the younger generations; for the most part they don't seem too bothered by such differences.