It was Burtrand, head of Minnesota Church of the Wicca, which meant that something was probably wrong. He'd never called before.
"Were you guys out at the demo last week?"
It was February 1982, the early years of the Reagan Era. The Teflon President himself had stopped at the Minneapolis Airport and, activist coven that we were, we had gone out to give him the un-welcome that he deserved.
WITCHES AGAINST REAGAN, read our sign. Note the acronym. Hey, they were un-subtle times.
"Yeah," I said, "How did you know?"