Despite the titles of my first two posts, this blog is not about politics. My friend Sarah (not her real name) called me last night from the victory party for governor-elect Deval Patrick of Massachusetts. I hadn't heard the results yet, and was elated to hear that he'd won after the recent curse of US politics. While driving home with my partner in the wee hours, we listened to Patrick's acceptance speech. A breath of fresh air in these spun-out days of monarchy and fear. The closer we got to home, the more static we got in radio reception, until finally we pulled to the side of the road to find a spot of reception. There we were, on a rainy Tuesday night, pulled to the side of a deserted urban street glued to the radio. Glued to this man's words, his courage, his optimism, his compassion. His words woven forever into the landscape of that still, deserted street. The moment, the street, the emotion kneaded into my brain.
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