As Hillary was losing the election, my 10-year-old dog was dying. I cried all day; for which reason, I couldn’t tell. But now, these 2 facts are inextricably linked, and the air, today, is crushing me.
So I’ll get on a bus and go to D.C. Maybe do a little shouting. Stand with my comrades. But if you see me crying, you won’t know for which reason. And neither will I.