Posted by blk1 on 11th November 2008
Thanks for sharing this comic, Stacey.
Just one week ago I was walking around this apartment, stopping by the kitchen for something, anything to munch on, to feed my fears. We were down to last hours of a very long campaign. I began at one place hoping for Al Gore to try again, but finally moved to Hillary, half heartedly, and finally found my way to Obama and then I had the time to get to know him as he made his way to the nomination and finally to the last day as a candidate.
At 6:00 PM we turned on CNN and ate great Chinese food in front of the TV and I stayed rooted. I was planning to wait for victory before I had a drink but I needed something to be calmer, and I was a bit calmer.
Slowly the polls closed gradually and I clicked from CNN to PBC, toNBC to CNBC, to CBS, to ABC and yes, even to FOX and back to CNN again and the cycle continued and the time passed slowly. Tuvia, by 9 needed a change of scenery. He had two options: a gathering with the Grassroots Dems for Obama or the traditional celebration on Rt. 303 with Rockland County Democrats. Now my choice with have been the Hippie Grassrooters, but Tuvia preferred the Rockland traditionals. I was happy to just stay home and keep clicking back and forth, so I gave in to Tuvia.
We arrived at the gathering and entered to quiet. People were just beginning to gather. TV’s were running in the main room with refreshments around the sides. We sat down near the front but couldn’t hear the TV’s. So we were sitting together with no information. We arrived too early. Finally Tuvia agreed to leave. Without the grassroots address, we returned home. I slipped back into my pj’s grabbed the remote and returned to my clicking. Now the map was fuller. Lots of blue on the map, some red too but we were making progress. I was breathing better now.
After two arduous, depressing evenings with W., I was prepared for a longer wait but by 11:01 NBC casually, without fanfare plastered a slide across the TV screen: BARACK OBAMA, 44th President of the United States.
I danced, Tuvia grinned and together we moved into the bedroom to share the last two speeches: first McCain and then Barack in Grant Park, Chicago.
It was an evening that I want to hold with me. The next morning I returned to a hippie shop in Nyack for a new Obama button. I found a perfect one with a photo of Obama and just the word HOPE and that’s what I hold close to me, HOPE, that’s all and that’s enough for now.