Is she going to be here all week, for all the Democratic clubs' hours?
Is she really wearing the same red dress she wore yesterday? Will she wear it all week long?
Green light. There's no one but media and cops listening as a young woman begins singing the Star Spangled Banner. Out of courtesy - or perhaps just to watch the scene - the host stops sweeping and stands listening, looking.
The song comes to a conclusion, and a devil's mischief takes Danial. With a great, loud shout, he cries out: "Play Ball!"
Heads turn. Host chuckles to himself, until, sweeping again, he begins to feel guilty for his irreverence. Once again the sound of broom comforts his disquiet. He realizes that the act of cleaning up the broken glass is, in fact, his first good deed today.
One of the City's equipment technicians, a young man - probably not much more than twenty-two, comes up with a dustpan. Together they get rid of most of the shattered glass. Ah, I have a partner in good work, Danial reflects, rejoicing in the simple presence of his sudden helper with dustpan.
They get rid of most of the dangerous glass. Now, ignoring the loudspeakers, Danial hangs up the First Aid sign and goes to look for the ambulance. Ten minutes later, the emergency vehicle has moved closer to the protest zone gate, and the two Emergency Medical Techs are seated in the tent. Well - that was no problem at all, the host thinks.
THE REPUBLICAN PARTY IS CONTROLLED AND CORRUPTED BY RADICAL RIGHT INFLUENCES....
Ah, hear the donkeys bray!
Then, host Danial remembers: the Schedules!
"Sarge?""Yeah?"
"I'm going to go out for a few minutes - got to make some copies of the schedule."
"All right. Next group's signed in already, isn't it - more Democrats?"
"Yeah."
Through the streets on the trolley (flashing back to Saturday night when the trolley went past the train station where Congressman "Duke" Cunningham was welcoming Speaker Newt), and walking up to the old office. All is quiet - it's only seven-thirty - and without interuption the host runs off a hundred copies on the City's machine, justifying it to himself - "After all, I am a City volunteer."
Back to the site. The first jackass hour is just now ending. Time for the next.