God, I love my city
Every four years, Chicago goes through a highly ritualized exercise in futility. Other cities call this process a "mayoral election," we call ours, "another four years of Richard M. Daley, Mayor."
This morning, the local NPR station interviewed one of the three candidates. The interviewer asked, "Aren't you worried that you and Dorothy Brown (the third candidate) will split the black vote?" The guy answered that yes, they would split the vote and that was the only reason she was running. Apparently, she actually works for Daley and he asks her to run whenever he feels vulnerable. It's happened before and probably will happen again. Chris and I laughed very, very hard because neither of us doubted the veracity of this statement at all. It's so very like him. *luffs on my mayor*
As long as I'm discussing local politics, I continue to be pleased but bemused by the buzz surrounding Barack Obama. He's a local boy, not only from Chicago but from my own neighborhood. I walked by his house just the other day and we recently received a bulk mailing from our hospital with his wife's rubber-stamped signature on it. I've heard him speak when he was just another professor on a panel and I've talked to him while we were both pushing our kids in swings. It's bizarre to think that someone I've spoken to might actually become President some day and yet I can't remember a single thing we discussed other than our respective children.
On another topic, I tried very hard to get my daughter to put up her winning poem on her journal, but she wouldn't. She did email it to me, however, so here it is for anyone who's interested.
We fight for freedom
against racism, sexism
We fight, will not be done
Until this forever war is won.
It got better after 1964
But the fight's not yet done, evermore
Many of us live in harmony
But it's not quite done, you see
We fight that we will someday sing,
"We would have made proud, Martin Luther King!"
This morning, the local NPR station interviewed one of the three candidates. The interviewer asked, "Aren't you worried that you and Dorothy Brown (the third candidate) will split the black vote?" The guy answered that yes, they would split the vote and that was the only reason she was running. Apparently, she actually works for Daley and he asks her to run whenever he feels vulnerable. It's happened before and probably will happen again. Chris and I laughed very, very hard because neither of us doubted the veracity of this statement at all. It's so very like him. *luffs on my mayor*
As long as I'm discussing local politics, I continue to be pleased but bemused by the buzz surrounding Barack Obama. He's a local boy, not only from Chicago but from my own neighborhood. I walked by his house just the other day and we recently received a bulk mailing from our hospital with his wife's rubber-stamped signature on it. I've heard him speak when he was just another professor on a panel and I've talked to him while we were both pushing our kids in swings. It's bizarre to think that someone I've spoken to might actually become President some day and yet I can't remember a single thing we discussed other than our respective children.
On another topic, I tried very hard to get my daughter to put up her winning poem on her journal, but she wouldn't. She did email it to me, however, so here it is for anyone who's interested.
We fight for freedom
against racism, sexism
We fight, will not be done
Until this forever war is won.
It got better after 1964
But the fight's not yet done, evermore
Many of us live in harmony
But it's not quite done, you see
We fight that we will someday sing,
"We would have made proud, Martin Luther King!"