On Saturday, Nov. 15th, I joined 100+ Anchorage residents (and a visiting San Fransicoan) in protesting Prop 8. We started later than most towns; we as Alaskans have our own way of doing things, and 9:30 was too early for the masses, though it would have coincided with other rallies across the nation.
Our small rally turned into an improptu march around downtown, circling first the Egan Center, then back around the state legislature building.
It seemed no matter where I stood, the drums were beating in my ear.
I don't know if it was just me, or just the wind. But there was a point where we had one voice.
It was pretty freaking sweet.