There was no moon, and they held hands like a group of schoolchildren. Michael hadn’t been surprised to see Dusty among the volunteers; he recognized a number of men from the On to Ottawa trek, men like himself who were simply drifting, and ended up, finally, in Spain. Some shared Bethune’s ideal...
He was on his way to meet his students and observe the Occupy movement first-hand. The windshield was briefly bleached in the sun’s glare, then the streets were suddenly eclipsed by a dark cloud. He got stuck behind a streetcar. In the back window, a small boy waved and smiled, but when Harry wav...