Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Barack Obama Political Rally at University of Maryland Comcast Center

Today's articles begin where yesterday's left off: in line at the. My 16-year old son and I have braved the elements and callous humanity for a chance to see Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama.

Faces in the crowd:

Squat middle-aged African-American woman, huffing and puffing up the hill past the foot bridge...

Middle-aged redneck looking chubby white guy, complete with cowboy hat, long gray hair, beard and moustache...

Lanky Asian twenty-something guy, clean shaven and well groomed...

Suburban blonde and brown-eyed housewife-styled twenty-something white woman, three elementary school-aged children in tow...

Bulky bundled-up weather-worn elderly African-American guy, looking somewhat bewildered by the size of the line...

Smattering of Latino-looking guys and gals hanging together, college students probably, young and otherwise non-descript...

Tall thin white aging hippie throwback guy, long white hair gathered in a flowing freak flag...

Typical looking teenage and twenty-something college students, tons of them, all shapes, sizes, and colors...

White forty-something wall street looking guy, cell phone in his face, probably drives a beemer...

College professors, Prince George's and Montgomery Counties locals, University staff, reporters, documentary film makers, slices of America...

My heart beats faster as I scan each one. This is what it's all about. People from all walks of life coming together, believing in a common cause. Some of us are crazy for , some not so much, but we are all united in a similar quest for a new America. This isn't just a rally. It's a movement. A movement we can hopefully some day, one day look back upon, point, and realize this is where it all began.


My son's croc-clad feet start to go numb as we scramble for a way inside. We've been separated by gestapo campus police. To be continued...


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