I'm a creature of habit. My Saturday routine usually consists of harnessing Savannah for an hour-long walk through Argenta before the sun fully rises, then returning home, collecting gym gear, getting in the car and driving south across the Arkansas River, then west on Markham to my midtown fitness center. That's where I spend an hour in an energetic kickboxing class with a group of like-minded women under the guidance of our motivating instructor, urged along by K-pop blasting away at 130-140 beats per minute.

A recent morning began differently. I knew it was the day that would include the "No Kings" march from Little Rock across the Broadway Bridge into North Little Rock, which would attract a considerable crowd. What I didn't expect was that the streets in Argenta, as well as access to the river bridges, would be shut down as early as four hours before the event. Cars were already circling in confused patterns, trying to find their way out of the neighborhood, with puzzled drivers often stopping and clambering out of vehicles to interrogate police officers whose barricades were blocking entrances to our usual routes of departure and arrival.

It eventually dawned on........

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