The Teachers Strike
Minneapolis Teachers Strike I brought a tub of cream cheese and a dozen bagels to a friend’s house for a gathering. What I didn’t realize was that the gathering wasn’t supposed to happen until next week. I brought the bagels home and decided to bring them to the rally the teachers were having the next day. When I woke up up I figured it would do them good as it was a cold and dreary Monday morning. So Jess, Princey and me drove on down there. As we turned on to Broadway off of Golden Valley Road in North Minneapolis we could hear excited voices of a large crowd singing in harmony There was an upbeat tune of a marching band The beat of the bass drum goes straight to your heart The horns and the brass gets you to stand up at attention and smile We could see a rainbow of jackets, coats, and sweatshirts that were worn by the people who were busy milling about and greeting each other You could see an infinite number of people that filled the block It seemed that this street that we wal