Ballots, Backyards, and Babies

The time and space continuum of this blog does not exactly fall into the “science” category. It’s a wishy-washy collection of recollections. You and I both realize there is some back-dating going on around here, which means, (because you are reading this) you have some degree of tolerance for the lapse in time between when the real life thing happened and when I finally put fingers to keyboard (that’s a 21st century pen to paper analogy for all you OG authors out there).

I provide this long-winded preface because 1) I posses a generous amount of natural wind; and 2) this message may already seem like a relic, but I can’t help myself.

VICTORY IS OURS!!!

Like many of the important things in our collective life, our beloved city of Berkeley served as the backdrop for night one of this excruciating but ultimately cathartic election experience for me and B.

It took us a few days to know for sure if Joe and Kamala would make it over the finish line, but our short trip back to Berkeley provided plenty of signs that the future is bright. While these signs took many forms - there were the bike rides and the delicious Chinese food with friends; there were the walks around the law school, and views from Grizzley Peak. As it turns out though, if you just hang out with your friends in their backyards, and get to enjoy the smiles of their new babies, you get this overwhelming sense that everything is going to be a-ok.

Little Evan and Simone didn’t have a lot to say in between the sleeping and laughing, but they reassured us that not all is lost. (Oh right, their parents are fun too.)

These cuties were undoubtedly our good luck charm in the rescue efforts of democracy. We send our many thanks to them for their good juju, and promise to keep up the work of making this a fairly tolerable place to live for them!