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This Is Our Day
Today is the parade my friend organized
Thirty cars with flags, signs, people waving
Driving slow around north side neighborhoods
Helping people who want to vote but don’t know where or how
Music playing on a flat bed truck, DJ spinning
Preachers preaching, taking turns, an hour each
Folks on their front porches, kids on bikes, jaywalkers
Surprised by the parade, maybe glad that we came
Thirty years ago, the same friend organized a boom box parade protesting something, I’ve forgotten what, with all of our boom boxes playing “We are the World” and we marched from downtown to the lakefront holding our boomboxes on our shoulders like we were middle schoolers playing hooky, rolling our eyes at every step, but still loving the honking of passing cars driven by people who’d left their boomboxes at home.
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Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
I’m almost sick with anxiety despite not being either American or living in the US. This time it’s not just the result that’s scary, it’s all the rest of the what-might-happen-depending-on-the-result scenarios that are going to keep me anxious until the orange liar is actually out of the White House, and hopefully locked up. Europe is holding its collective breath. Here’s hoping.
P.S. Jan, I’m pretty sure you introduced me to Heather Cox Richardson, for which many thanks.
Be glad you’re not here on election night seeing the “Red Wave” from in-person voting while the “Blue Wave” from absentee ballots is counted. We won’t know for a couple of days how it turns out. Keep praying for us.
this is it.