A part of me wishes I wrote some prolonged discourse about Barack Obama upon his election. Couldn’t I have pulled my lips from the wine glass for one second to capture my feelings on this historic event? Will my daughters and granddaughters not come to this blog, expecting a love letter to our new president, complete with a Ken-Burnsesque slideshow?
Sorry, Progeny. For now, this is all I can muster:
On the other end of that determined gaze? The financial crisis.
January 2nd, 2009 at 9:43 am
win.
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January 2nd, 2009 at 1:44 pm
I love that much like myself, his first instinct upon walking out a door to find a pile of snow is to make a ball. You don’t even know who or what’s gonna get it, but by God something is. Man-crush.
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