WALL STREET JOURNAL

These children! Stamping over concrete and asphalt with neither shoes nor socks, feet encrusted with grit and dirt. Which way are they heading? I'm too far away to tell. Need to get a better pair of binoculars. You'd think the office would supply some, but no. Have to buy them myself. Can't even get reimbursed... but they're at it again. Now they have pea shooters. (God, where did they find pea shooters? Amazing.) There must be at least 100 of them. Some standing, some milling about, most marching. Where are they going? Why are they here?