What is the next big thing now that the ride is over?
For me it is back to the road, visiting incubators of hope on the front lines of poverty and discouragement- a job both uplifting and depressing- two of my favorite emotions. Are those emotions? Not time to think about it now, because next week if plans work out I will be ringing in the Big Papa of Hope and Change his own self, President Barack Obama in the frozen streets of Washington D.C. I don’t think I have ever given myself over so fully to a public event, unless you count the Prince Purple Rain tour of 1984 at the Lakeland Civic Center.
I admit it. I am excited. The only thing that could make it better is if some of those helicopter “drivers” the last president kept talking about yesterday would haul his ass off to Guantanamo Bay where he belongs.
You never know, the day is young.