After work Friday, I put on my ultra-tight 50-year-old army dress uniform, grabbed my furled peace flag and headed for the Blue Line Rapid about 100 yards from my house.
As usual, I stationed myself at the intersection of East Ninth Street and Carnegie Avenue for a little over two hours to greet pedestrians and drivers with my message. Most people ignored me, but at least there were no insults. I offered friendly greetings, saying “Hi!” or “It’s a nice day!” Most everyone agreed, even those who did not like my peace message. Several thanked me for my service.
One man asked me about the peace flag and I explained that when you take the two semaphore symbols for the letters N and D and superimpose them, you get the peace symbol. (N and D stands for nuclear disarmament but the symbol’s use has been broadened over the years since the 1950s to embrace an anti-war sentiment.)
