At the vigil for justice, I wear a sign around my neck. The board is a bit thicker than ordinary box board. If I have a hiking pole in my hand, I play the board like it’s a guitar and move my fingers on the pole. If I have both hands free, I play the board like it’s a drum. This is in between cars and pedestrians going by.
Today the driver of a car coming out of Holy Cross let me know he caught on. He played an imaginary snare drum with imaginary sticks in his hands, laughing and smiling with me.
I like these special moments and I want to be sure I remember it.