I can't go to the march today

but I had 9 pussy hats I'd planned to take to give out. So I drove over to the train station, figuring I'd sit there waiting for someone who looked like she was going to the march, and I'd ask her to take them for me. I thought I was early and that I'd have to sit there for a long time, so I brought a book. I pulled into the lot to find it about half full--on a Saturday; this is a commuter line--and cars of people getting out, some with pink hats. I drove up to the closest one and asked her if she'd take my hats in, and of course she said yes. But the important thing is--or things are: There were lots of people from my area outside Philly going to march and the people who didn't have pussy hats were wearing pink bandannas folded over and worn on their foreheads, like sweatbands.

I hope we'll see a pink tsunami today.