What a bizarre little protest. Lit by the off-worldly intense giant screens of Times Square, a small anti-war protest formed, in of all places, in front of the military recruiting center. I got their early, early enough to see an older gentleman with a police badge on his long black coat scmoozing with what looked like protest organizers. He seemed to know them all and I sensed mutual respect of all things. Clearly this was the boss on the cop, and plain clothes detective, side. There was a small place made on the opposite side of the protest for the un-protesters for the iraq ware and Bush. Was my picture taken for being there? I searched the windows but couldn’t find any cameras. Of course if I could, that would be sad. It was over in a hour. There were buttons for sale.