May Day "Workers over Billionairs" Protest

I am tired of protesting. 

I am tired of following the news and learning about how everyday a certain someone and his goons have sunk to a new low. This week was accusing Democrats of hate speech and being the reason behind the "assassination attempt" at the White House Correspondents Dinner followed by the gutting of the Voter Rights Act.

I am so ready for a change in administration and for us to start rebuilding instead of tearing apart. We cannot survive another three years of all this.

The May Day protests were to encourage people to not go to school or work, and not to purchase anything. Unlike the No Kings Day protests, standing up with signs was not the main focus on May 1. Still, about 40 of us gathered for an hour on the I-95 overpass of Route 206. Nationally over 500 events were created, plus more internationally representing 93 unions in 41 countries. May 1 is a big holiday on the global stage. It is a day off in France and in other countries.

The forty protestors in Lawrenceville were all my basic demographic (WASP), skewing older than me. They seem to be a nice group of people dedicated to wanting to do something, anything to stop feeling helpless.

So we gather and stand. We talk about what Heather Cox Richardson, Joanne Freeman, and others have to say.

I met Beth who is in charge of the Lawrence Community Activists. I complimented her on always starting her messages with hope. We need hope. We need to know we are making a difference. I hope she knows her hard work is appreciated.

As the weather warms it will become easier to keep protesting. It was nice being able to walk to the protest wearing capris and an RBG t-shirt. However, I also recognize that this time of year life gets even busier. As I told one woman who apologized for not getting out in months because she had knee surgery and needed time to recover, individually we can't do it all, but together we can.

Without hope it is hard to keep going. Let's try to keep hope strong.

My Bologna Has a First Name it is O-S-C-A-R

If you are of a certain age, you now have an earworm bouncing around your head. 

You are welcome!

On Wednesday I spotted the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile outside Wegmans. I snapped a quick picture and didn't think much of it.

Then I saw on FaceBook that the Wienermobile would be on display at the Marrazzos in West Windsor and Princeton on Thursday and Friday afternoons. Friends went to see it in West Windsor and posted really cute pictures. I opted to go to Princeton to see it for myself.

The Wienermobile is just as adorable in person in person as it is in pictures. Going in person I was able to poke my head inside. I was surprised to see the vehicle seats six people. The front four seats have a window, but not the two behind the door where it says Oscar Mayer. The interior has a center strip of red vinyl, with a black carpeting with geometric shapes under the seats. The red and yellow leather captain chairs are each by themself, I don't know if any incline, but you cannot stretch across two for a snooze.

I just realized other than the photo above, I did not any pictures of the interior, so I am using Christine's photos: 

The young people who travel with the Wienermobiles are called hotdoggers. They are so enthusiastic. One tried to give me the history of Oscar Mayer dating back to the 19th century, which is on their website. Some were grilling hot dogs to hand out; others are snapping pictures of tourists. I do see that the Wienermobile tradition began in 1988. I did not bring a notebook, nor did I pay attention to the spiel, so I was pleased to see it online. Instead, I waited until there was a gap in the line and asked the hotdogger to take my picture as if I owned it. 

I thought about reaching out to a friend to share the experience with me, but I opted to pop over alone and keep it brief. I still wanted to go to the May Day Protest at 4 pm, go for a run since it was a nice day, and see Aimee in her Gospel Choir Concert at the high school. 

I learned later I should have asked to hear the horn. Evidently it plays the O-S-C-A-R jingle. I smile just thinking about it. Angela said when she asked on Thursday, she was told the horn is not working. Next time I see the Wienermobile I'll be sure to ask about the horn. May it be fixed by then.