Bells were ringing in the old capital of the Confederacy. This was the wedding weekend to beat all wedding weekends, our high school buddy’s baby girl, Maggy, married her Marine. Which means the Big Chill got to celebrate another milestone together. Reunited, and we all sang Suite: Judy Blue Eyes one more time.
It’s funny to think we were all showing off our grand baby pictures when once upon a time we’d have been comparing different methods of nonviolent resistance. We’re lucky really, to have stayed together, to have so many marriages survive the 80s. Big shoulder pads and big egos. We’ve mellowed.
I caught ten minutes of Hillary’s speech in Northern VA for Terry McAuliffe yesterday. When I heard her say “evidence-free zone” I knew we had our sound bite. Ms Clinton is one of us. Our generation fought against war, and we can tell the difference between a political stunt and a fiscal policy.
Maggy’s invitation asked just one question of us, besides the requisite RSVP. “What song would get you up on the dance floor?” So I’m asking my fellow Virginians the same thing. What’s it going to take to get you to the polls on November 5th? “Don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now.”