Last night I was doing voice over work on the Tee Vee machine, covering the arrival at Union Station of Mr Obamas kind of silly but kind of cool train trip. Once the Obamas were in their limo we went to tape, so I grabbed my coat to run outside. I got to the plaza in front of the 'Span building just in time to join a spontaneous crowd which had formed in the bitter cold to cheer and wave as the motorcade drove by. I've seen plenty of big shots in long black cars in this town, but this one was different. This one carried hope for a nation desperate for leadership. This one carried the promise of change, and some measure of redemption for the suffering of so many for so many years. The crowd cheered and bounced up and down trying to get a better look, and you could begin to feel the change this election has brought. I was struck by the impossibility of a crowd like this forming to cheer Larry The Cable Guys dim witted cousin George Bush: in eight years I never saw it happen here. But something is new here in Washington. That silver train didn't just deliver a President elect to this town; it brought us the new mayor of Graceland.
No comments:
Post a Comment