The group, according to what I have heard and read (word of mouth, newspaper) was founded by a group of guys who went on the Million Man March in Washington D.C.
I'm getting tired sitting here. So I read the newspaper. But after a few minutes I have a customer. A couple customers, in fact.
"Hi - we're early!"Another successful sign-in."Oh? You're the Handgun Control people?"
"Yes."
I turn back to the newspaper. The next time I look up, the "Fifty" have quit early, and given up their time. Well, it's their time to use, or not, as they see fit.
Next thing I know, Samantha the witch is back up on stage, shouting limerics about the politician she loves to hate. I get up to take a little walk around the lot.
STEVE BE NIMBLE, STEVE BE QUICK, STEVE'S A WITCH-HUNTING LUNATIC! HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!
Maybe I'll take her picture. She seems to be attracting the camera's eye. Today she is accompanied by a man carrying her broom, and a rather stern-lipped guy in a uniform (Air Force?)
"Yes," she says, off the stage now, posing for pictures and babbling to reporters, "this man with my broom is my attendant warlock, and this, this is one of my fine young men from the U.S. Air Force. I am the official Air Force witch, you know...."
It's too hot for this foolishness. I retreat back to my tent. Then change my mind.
"Sarge?""Yes, Danial?"
"I'm gonna go get a coke. The next group is already signed in."
"All right. See you whenever. It's Handgun Control up next?"
"Yes."