everyone loves lulu. the trial of the murderer derek chauvin begins. there's little or no hope for justice in this place. i look at the memorial to the murdered by police, there are some pictures left, but george is gone. lulu wears the day of the dead carnations from last may. on the east wall every message was cut out, leaving the blue painter's tape frames, all but one—no justice no peace. i guess some of them may have vanished in the wind.