In late August, my mother, sister and two friends traveled to Denver, CO to be a part of history. We met up with a high school chum and the six of us made our way downtown to Invesco field. We scored passes by dining with the Florida state delegates and bumping into a wonderful Florida state congressional rep, the honorable Joyce Cusack. Representative Cusack was kind enough to secure the remaining 2 community credentials (passes needed for regular folk to attend the DNC on Thursday) after a brief 'I'm from FL...Me too!' chat with my mother.
While waiting in line for our passes, we met some interesting Floridians with some very cool Barack T's.
After breakfast, the Florida officials gave very specific instructions on what not to take to Invesco. Some among us had a little difficulty parting with their personal effects. I won't mention any names...
After an extended direction debacle, we scooped up my high school chum and very-irritated sister and headed toward Invesco. The gang's all here!
Along the way, we met Sheila - a native Denverite who knew less about riding the light-rail than we did. We also met Katrina, a soror with a slam'n pink and green Barack T she picked up at Boule. In line, we met a lawyer and his little air force buddy from Georgia who complained about the heat in the mile high...go figure.
I will say, we found the people of Denver to be a very pleasant group. Maybe it was the altitude. Was everyone high on life...literally? Maybe it was the spirit of the Obama campaign. Whatever the reason, Barack managed to assemble a community that represented to best of what America has to offer.
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