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Pride on the Move
Proud to be included.
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For the dear God who loveth us
Made and loveth all.
When the alarm goes off at 5:00 AM on Saturday morning, particularly one in the middle of a four-day weekend, questions of being a little off the rails roll through your head. Coffee and Diet Coke and things come together, focus tightens and the picture sharpens, flashes into view. We had plans. We were marching in the Pride Parade.
Our drive was pleasant, and our walk from the parking lot to the Statehouse was an easy hike. It was cool and dry, giving the day a feeling of a glorious adventure. It had been 90 degrees and humid most of the week, it was easy to believe there was some magic, or something mystical, maybe a higher power, keeping rising temperatures and vicious storms at bay.
We found our group, it was the school district where my wife works, and they gave us shirts, Gahanna Pride shirts. A lion in rainbow colors, that for some reason made me think of Bob Marley.
In my head the song ”, played in my head.
“Get up, stand up; stand up for your rights
Get Up, stand up; don’t give up the fight.”
