I never got his name, but the man in the black balaclava was a merry companion as the two of us walked several blocks of Constitution Avenue chatting and chanting last Friday afternoon. We had come separately to the March for Life; him from New York and me from North Carolina, both drawn to the District of Columbia together with something like half a million other people. We fell in with each other by accident, separated from our respective groups but content to be part of the tide of humanity swirling past the Capitol dome and up to the steps of the Supreme Court. Police officers along the ... Read More