Election Night, 2008.2

I am sitting in my bar, surrounded by some of my best friends, and we have a new president. There are young black men running down the street with political signs, yelling with happiness. There are strangers cheering at each other on the street.

President Obama. I like the way that sounds.

Can he solve all the problems? No. But at least. . . he'll try.

It's a good night to be an American because suddenly? The promises we tell our children are true.

Hey, Mandy? Wish you were here. It's a good night in the Lou.