I spent my lazy Saturday at home, reading a little of this and a little of that and then watching a documentary about the life and times of Bayard Rustin as I ate my lunch. What a remarkable man, and he said, “We are all one. And if we don’t know it, we will learn it the hard way.” Think about that. Seriously, seriously deep, and not in some facile way where we should all just get along, or we don’t have differences because we’re all just human, but that we are in this thing together, and if we don’t figure that out, and if we just abandon huge swathes of ourselves, we are in serious trouble; we’ve got plenty of evidence that Rustin’s right, all over the place. It was finally time to leave the house, so I hopped on the bike and headed down to McKeldin Square to meet the folks of Occupy Baltimore for a march around the many Inner Harbor banks that got bailed out, whilst we got sold out. It was a perfect fall day–cool, breezy, with the ridiculous blue sky you see in this picture. We marched, we mic checked, we privilege checked, we were leaderless, we documented ourselves, we met each other, we agreed that the banks got bailed out whilst we got sold out, some of us wanted to end capitalism, others of us wanted to end corporatism instead, and then it was time for me to peel off and go for a bike ride. I stopped and took this picture of a sign marking the location of the Hugh Auld house where Frederick Douglass was forced to work as a slave from 1826-1831 before he escaped in 1838, returning to Baltimore as a free man in 1870, as I learned thanks to this helpful historical sign. There’s so much history on all of our streets, so many occupations and liberations and struggles, and we do well to learn those histories. I continued my ride up to Brewer’s Hill, over through Highlandtown Arts District and Patterson Park, which not long ago seemed too far away for a bike ride, and back through Fells Point before heading home to empty my brain. It was a good day.