Ice-ninePosted here (week 1914).
Our studio overlooks Westlake Plaza and the building entrance makes it impossible to miss rallies, and they aren’t uncommon. But I remember this one: it was lunch on Presidents’ Day and I was a bit annoyed at so many signs with anti-Obama messages that didn’t really pick an issue. It seemed to me a pointless, angry reaction the the jubilance of the election. The crowd was also more…rural than most. There were overalls.
But I found my way around on my way to the market for food and only rolled my eyes. In hindsight, I feel like I should have done something to stop them. I was at the genesis of an epidemic and failed to notice.