It is 6 a.m. in Los Angeles. The crazy kitties woke me an hour ago. It is still dark and quiet, except for the chorus of migrating songbirds. And I am awake. Woke as they say. About guns. About gun violence. About the facts. Moved by the Parkland kids who should not have to be the ones doing all the work. I walk with them, today, March 24th, I put this banner on my balcony as we all March for Our Lives.