and i'm not talking about the '88 olympics.
last night was a rare joy. the only bar in perryville was packed with anxious onlookers waiting for west coast poll results. people played cards, flirted boldy, and discussed recent nba trades to diminish nervous tension. around 11pm est, the room exploded: cheers, laughter, hugs, tears, dancing. lots of dancing.
my thoughts were all over the place: the likely birth of a public service academy. voter turnout. a blue mideast. or west. or whatever. elementary school polls about whether i'd live to see a black man elected president.
i stepped outside to share my joy with a few west coast friends:
me: so great! i can't believe - happy - music. hugging - ya know?
(friend says something profound about historic moment)
me: ...yeah! so exciting! i just - it's, well - ya know? i'm - happy!
i have a way with words.
i returned to a solemn room of friends preparing to hear obama's acceptance speech. i couldn't have devised a better culmination to my year of service.
I Wrote a Column for Outside and They Published It on the Internet! - I'm currently waiting to board a cross-country New York-bound germ tube as I type this, but my latest column ponders the question all thinking cyclists* ha...