My Buddy Barack

Obama came to Detroit today and the heat punched down on my head while I watched the video monitor since I was too far from the stage to see.

I am beginning to realize that his campaign is just a bright spot in my every day. Sometimes when the rest of everything is getting too heavy - the house on the east side still isn't packed up, i'm broke and can't afford good ice cream, the car goes bumpy-grumpy, I don't know, Obama just makes my day.

I think about him like an old friend. Which is silly I guess, considering I don't even know what kind of beer he drinks, if he's even a beer kinda' guy. I never had to tell him he had popcorn stuck in his front tooth. Never had to pretend I wasn't mad because he didn't show up for the Saturday matinee, and I wound up going by myself (and then never had to hide the fact that I kind of preferred it that way, because *to be honest* well, he slurps his coke and it's annoying) . And, of course, I've never had to hound him for the book he borrowed, or hide from him cause I still owed him fifty bucks.

But the way your week gets all funny acting, and you remember your friends - well hell, at least so n so is my ace, at least so n so is on my side, Yeah, I admit I think about Obama like that.

How is that possible. What the hell is wrong with me.

I imagine, though, I'm not the only one. Thanks, Barack, old buddy, old pal, for being motivated and motivating. And thanks for stopping by Detroit. It was good to see you.

quote of the day

... This is somebody who has been in Congress for 26 years, who put seven of the most powerful Washington lobbyists in charge of his campaign. And now he tells us that he is the one who is going to take on the old boys network. The old boys network, in the McCain campaign, that's called a staff meeting ...

- Senator Barack Obama

september

is close to october. is a pigeon in a headlock. september has a bad cold. a sore throat.

september can't decide whether or not to keep the windows open. is all drafty, bare wood. september arrests millipedes in cans of kitchen grease. september has no etiquette, sneezes in your neck. breaks the lock to get in.

september is a flood of glass under your balding tires. backed up gutter. the throat of tar around manholes covers, can't dry out.

september and its spare change. september and its murderous crows. september, and construction on the highway.

september is a reindeer on cold cereal. bloated cans of progresso. mulch. bloody mouthed month, hold your fanfare. cold, matriculating savant. in and out monster. what a door man.

by the way, i'm keeping your leaves. you can have them back at the end of the semester.

you're pretty bold, for such a hot cough.

i don't love you at all. but we're neighbors. and this is a community of rodents.

quote of the day

I just heard Geraldine Ferraro talk about how she's not saying who she's voting for now. She'll decide on election day. How hard is the decision for a "feminist". Vote for a man who'll select judges that believe in womens' rights or go for a man who may be dead in two years and leave the white house to a woman who is a gun toting anti-abortionist? I mean really!

- Toni Asante Lightfoot, CC Fellow