Further To Fly
I'm still a little speechless after the emotion of last night's landslide victory. All the volunteering, second-guessing and obsessing is finally over. It felt pretty cathartic to delete some of those election-oriented blogs and podcasts that were filling my brain with redundancy. Hopefully, Al Franken's recount will not drag on too long (but will end in a positive result, of course) and Jim Martin will unseat Saxby Chambliss in the GA run-off.
What I'll remember from last night besides Obama's acceptance speech: hugging our neighbors on the street, seeing tears streaming down Jesse Jackson's cheeks and holding my baby a little extra close - assured that the world she'll grow up in now has a better chance to be a better place.
Since the first slave ship arrived on these shores in 1619, think of how many people have doubted that this day could ever come. I like the spirit of this text message that was sent to get out the African American vote: “Rosa sat so Martin could walk so Barack could run so our children can fly.”
It is about time, though - ain't it?
