Mike Mennonno checks in from his usual Saturday-morning coffee spot - the Caffe Nero on Commonwealth Avenue in Allston, next to the Planned Parenthood clinic, where the scrum of protesters have been allowed into the usual no-protest zone because of ongoing roadwork:
So they shuffle around with their signs. One is taking snaps of people coming and going. They laugh and chat. Old friends. This is their Saturday morning coffee klatsch.
It’s a cast of mostly shriveled old men in wrinkled old clothes who look like they fell out of a cardboard box under a bridge after a 37-year bender, smoked a pack of Pal Mals and thought “well, got nothing better to do today than wear a sandwich board with someone’s miscarriage slathered all over it and harass the ladies!”
They all look like child molesters. Every. Last. One.
So to make a long story short: I just signed up to be a clinic escort.