Today I walked around down town Olympia, my home for the past Eighteen years. I knew that it was May Day, a day that years gone by, was cause for celebration, parades, marching bands, face painting, public nude mud wrestling, trash rhythem/drum circles, and an endless assortment of people doing beautiful, fun, out of the ordinary, things. Of course people spoke of politics, the war, poverty, and all the other issues of our society, but these topics were not the focus. May day for me has always been a day of celebrating the coming spring, a season of fertility and growth, new life sprouting and blooming. I did not march today, and all I saw were some young twenty year olds, dressed like the "black-bloc" of W.T.O. protest fame walk the streets shouting "Port of Olympia-Tear it down, Port of tacoma-Tear it down..." and such. Maybe I just missed the celebration part, I hope it was still there, not replaced by anger and fear. latter though I did witness some folks, about ten people, wraping a telephone line like a may pole, and smiled.