Open House Part 2:
After hearing from the "manager" that we were to leave, I spoke with the Bowie PD officers, who were now up and out of their chairs to approach the "conversation circle". I told the lead officer that we understood the request to leave and would abide it.
Once outside, and with the immediate tension resolved, we circled around our Patriot Picket brother VG-10 to lay on hands and to say a prayer for him and his lovely wife--who was lost to an awful vehicle accident two months ago. It was wonderful to have him back with us, and a great opportunity to tell him we are ALWAYS there for him.
Then we grabbed signs for the Picket thing we do and were immediately confronted by the "manager" who claimed that he was more than just the Panera manager, but that he was representing the entire shopping district.
The Bowie PD told us that because this man said we had to go, we had to go. I countered that I had no idea who he was, but that if he provided a business card to certify his authority to call a trespass, we would go. The "manager" handed over his card and we took our signs to the public sidewalk at the edge of the property to undertake our classic Picket.
After hearing from the "manager" that we were to leave, I spoke with the Bowie PD officers, who were now up and out of their chairs to approach the "conversation circle". I told the lead officer that we understood the request to leave and would abide it.
Once outside, and with the immediate tension resolved, we circled around our Patriot Picket brother VG-10 to lay on hands and to say a prayer for him and his lovely wife--who was lost to an awful vehicle accident two months ago. It was wonderful to have him back with us, and a great opportunity to tell him we are ALWAYS there for him.
Then we grabbed signs for the Picket thing we do and were immediately confronted by the "manager" who claimed that he was more than just the Panera manager, but that he was representing the entire shopping district.
The Bowie PD told us that because this man said we had to go, we had to go. I countered that I had no idea who he was, but that if he provided a business card to certify his authority to call a trespass, we would go. The "manager" handed over his card and we took our signs to the public sidewalk at the edge of the property to undertake our classic Picket.
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