Today's Central Square report: It is still Portobello Mushroom Day at Picante (of course, it is most days). Also the press are blocking the sidewalk in front of town hall.
I was all ready to be cynical and say that my last feel-good vestiges on this issue were used up by the Supreme Court's rejection of the the seemingly absurd request for a temporary restraining order (state courts not being allowed to interpret the state constitutions? ...?) and the NY Times article on how conservative activists aren't finding much support on this issue, suggesting that even the average religious conservative isn't terribly alarmed that "those people" might have something to contribute to the institution of marriage. Walking down Mass. Ave. I was thinking "Yes, it's beautiful that you've found a relationship that you think is solid enough to solemnize. Now let me finish walking to work." It was almost disappointing to find that the group of people I could see in the approaching distance was no mob of people waiting for ceremonies or licenses, but a bunch of reporters, cameramen, and relay trucks. Circling vultures for the media age. Let's hope they don't find anything to eat.
