c.a.d.
denver, co
I went back and searched for pictures of the lines- of any one of the many lines- I stood in with my friends from Washington State and California to attend the Obama Nomination Acceptance Speech in at the Mile High Stadium in Denver, Co.
There are pictures of neat lines that went somewhere, but there were none of us standing in the lines that went in circles or pictures of the other lines that we got into that led down dirt trails to the street that we crossed so that we could cross the street again and go back to the stadium and go through a security line.
Those images are committed to memory just like the ones I have now of how we walked around and around we told each how one day we would tell our Grand kids what we did so that we could be there the day President Obama accepted the Nomination.
I’ll remember how hot it was, stories about the people we met- the determination we all had to make it through that line- how people didn’t bicker or fight or snap at each other when things got confusing.
I remember law enforcement officers in riot gear handing out bottles of water and asking how people were feeling. I remember that we all enjoyed joking around with them.
In those wonky lines we told each other that were sorry that we were missing the music and speeches, but we were also telling ourselves that whatever it took, we were going to be in the stadium in time to see our Candidate acccept the Nomination.
So was it worth the dust, the heat, the weird lines that went nowhere? Was it worth the uncertainty, the aching feet the sore legs?
I think that line, that walk, represented what our Country has been through for the past eight years- and I’ll tell you something else, at some level I think that’s what kept us going.
We are on a journey to end all of that.
When me and my friend got into the Stadium we sat about six rows down from the very top row at the stadium I’m from Seattle so that hike up was a challenge and at one point I tried to take a breath and couldn’t get air into my lungs.
But in that packed section we were assigned to I saw a place for us- and that did it, we made it to our row and when we sat down we started to laugh.
We Made It
at last.
Anita Marie
Mountlake Terrace, Washington
Irregular Bones 
