DNC Diary - Day 1

My original intent for this trip was to be a passive observer, you know, to watch the ceremonial democracy thing in action. As a life long cynic, I thought I could lose myself into my knitting.


My two oldest boys were Pages

and I planned to "hang out" at the convention and not really feel anything other than my sweet skein of Black Bunny Unity yarn as I knitted up my election and inauguration day scarf. Wrong. As soon as we arrived in Denver, Convention fever was warming up. The entire city, it seemed had been transformed into Obamaville.









And, as a true stroke of luck, my hotel was Obama central with the entire Chicago delegation staying there.

Congressman Jesse Jackson, Jr.

As much as I resisted, I got lured in. Hope and change flooded the city and was a constant reminder everywhere you went. It was OK to feel good about America again. It was OK to not feel embarrassed every time somebody from the white house spoke. It was OK to believe that civility could be brought to our country and perhaps, perhaps, we won't pick on the poor anymore, and religion is something you practice and not beat people over the head with and fear is not preferred over reason. Is it wrong to want these values even though our economy is based on selling anything that isn't tied down?

Ugh, I think I bought one of each

It was only the first day and already I was smiling at the possibilities!