On Friday there were only two grumpy old men, Chris and I, at American Family Planning. Three abortion appointments went in at 9. One was Hispanic, which was the first Hispanic I’ve seen there in several weeks. It was frustrating not to have Alicia, who was in teacher in-service meetings, but I did the best I could. Well, something worked. Maybe twenty minutes or so after the abortionist arrived, she and her boyfriend came out. When they were inside the car, she began to cry, and they hugged. It seemed to be a good cry, a happy cry.
On Saturday there were two appointments at AFP. The numbers there remain, then, very low. Summit, on the other hand, was ungodly busy. A friend of ours has been researching the abortionists at Summit, Ross and Twigg. Those details are forthcoming.
