Saturday, March 28, I started the day feeling groggy. After dropping my wife off at work, I grabbed a greasy fast-food breakfast and made my way toward Cuyahoga Falls. As I reached the intersection of Broad Boulevard and Front Street, I saw a woman spiking signs into the turf. They read "No Kings" and "No Crowns," flanking a symbol of a crossed-out crown. Seeing them, I knew I was in the right place. I’d tried to attend a smaller rally in Kent back in the winter but missed it