It was really heart warming when the first few cars slowed and went around the peace sign. Then one determined driver made her feelings clearly known by making certain she drove right over it. To my astonishment, the citizens with the flags cheered like they were at a football game, and cheered more loudly at the next car to rumble over the sign. One woman remarked "how's that for blowing in the wind." "What extraordinary ugliness," I thought, but kept my mouth shut as did everyone on the anti-war side. There was discussion of taking turns walking over to hug the woman, but no one stepped up for that duty.

Suddenly the peace sign gave me an inspiration. Peace became pizza. So I went to Old School, purchased two giant pizzas and delivered them to the protest site. The left got the vegetarian Garden and the right got the meat laden One Ton. All the anger melted away like cheese and dissipated.