In My Backyard
The last week was an exciting one for St. Paul, as it hosted the 2008 Republican National Convention. We had a few encounters with the convention over its four-day stint: Summit was awash in patriotism with flags adorning nearly every doorstep, traffic was constant and helicopters were the evening song. On Thursday afternoon, my mom and I made it down to the center of the convention; MSNBC was the epicenter of the (public) convention action. It was a fai-like atmosphere, with vendors, masses of people and free giveaways - throw in the occassional political sign and it was a gay place to be. John and I had the chance encounter of another run-in with the convention happenings on Thursday night. We headed to Sears to buy a vacuum (note: my first trip to Sears in 10 years) and noticed in the corner of the parking lot, a lot of commotion. Little did we know, we walked into the middle of the last-night, major-story of the RNC protest! It wasn't until much later that we realized the magnitude of standing on this corner in St Paul - the moment occurred when tear gas bombs started going off. We fled the parking lot just before everyone (both the innocent shoppers like ourselves and the protestors themselves, we later saw on the news) was pushed onto the Marian Street bridge and arrested. Needless to say, I didn't get a vacuum on Thursday night. Just a few blurry pictures and a story of the RNC to remember.