It was a blustery, windy day with plenty of breezes.
It was gusty at times, as well.
As a result there were few passers-by. Like rats on an abandoned boat, the speakers turned on themselves. Insults flew back and forth and as usual, no harm was done. Which prompted this scribe to include the following:
Could we do this to one of the fig trees in the Domain? If all the speakers and hecklers united . . .