Seniors for peace

I went to see my mother today. She lives in an assisted living center where, on Friday afternoons, a group of "Seniors for Peace" (not my mother...) sit out on the corner with signs. I went over to make some photographs of them but they were clearing out. I loved this guy with his bumper-sticker plastered guitar in his walker. It's really not that long from now for us. "Imagine" (Am I the only one who feels the urge to stand up whenever I hear that song?)