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Fall pics

When M&B and their boys came out for the baby shower, we got a little taste of what the world might look like in 2009:

















My last Bears game for this year...


















And of course, I was proud the baby was there in spirit...

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Obama 08

Yep, that's me. At the acceptance speech. With the baby. I've been hosting an Obama intern in my Denver apartment and at the last minute she found a ticket for me.

I've never been in an environment like that before -- where young and old, white and black and rich and poor were all truly united. Everyone smiled at each other in the lines. When you went to sit down, people introduced themselves to you and shook your hand. There were a lot of pictures being taken and stories being traded. It was as if we all understood we were about to experience this once in a lifetime event together, so, you know -- let's be friends. At least for today. And maybe maybe, if this guy gets elected... our kids will never think this vibe is so unique.

During the speech I consciously tried to be in the moment. At one point I looked up into the crowd and noticed that several people were choosing to stand rather than sit, even though we were all the way up in the highest seats. And then I saw the vast majority of people standing were black men. Some holding their sons. All of them staring in awe. I got choked up. As wonderful as it was, I realized it wasn't my moment, it was theirs. I was so happy for them. To witness history in this way is such a gift. Despite an aching back, swollen feet and a 1 hour wait in line, I was so incredibly proud to be there.

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My run in with a charming protestor

So the DNC is here in Denver this week and I'm enjoying every minute of it. The vibe downtown is festive and celebratory and well organized, which is nice to see. Plus everyone you run into has an interesting story or opinion on what's going on with the race, domestic policy, or international affairs. My kind of atmosphere!

There are lots of loons, too, which only adds to the experience in my opinion. In fact, Monday night there was a mini-riot/protest outside my apartment building (which I got to experience first-hand from the lobby because, like an "I love Lucy" episode, I happened to lock myself out of my unit at the exact same time.) Unfortunately they had confusing signs and no leadership, so the press couldn't figure out their cause. Hmmm. Not smart, right?

My favorite nutjob story though: This morning on my way to work an older white man stopped me by sticking a flyer in my face and urgently blurting, "Help stop overpopulation!". I actually stopped, looked straight at the guy and said, "You can't hand a pregnant woman a flyer on overpopulation!" He responded quickly and unphased with, "No! Your baby's fine!! We don't want illegal babies!"

I was stunned, I admit it. I had no return for him. I just took the flyer and walked on. By the time I was two blocks away I was fantasizing about all the things I should have said. I should have told him how much he offended me, and how little Jorge Anderson has just as much right to the American dream as his kids do. Or tomorrow, if he's there again, I'm going to ask him what native American tribe he's from.

Oh - and the flyer? Their chief complaint about overpopulation? TRAFFIC!! More gridlock if we let illegal immigrants fuel overpopulation. Seriously. Of all things.

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