Last Saturday afternoon, I spent three hours in the pouring rain, standing with Shelly Cohen at the entrance of the Northgate QFC.
It was, in a word, miserable. And it was a reminder of how lucky I am to only have to experience this by choice.
I went back on Sunday, from 11 a.m to 2 p.m,, to do it again. And Shelly and I had company. Over the two days, about 20 people came by to stand with Shelly.