A Belief, A hope, a Dream --An Idea

I lived in Philly.  Mostly to escape Jersey, but also because it is a great East Coast "BIG" little city.  

The city sits between two rivers:  The Deleware and the Schuylkill.  The streets can be broad and cold, amidst the tall steel and mirrored skyscrapers.  But it is also old.  As old as this conception of the nation we have implicit allegiance to.  The idea of the American "Nation" was born in Philadelphia--or at least was manifested there.

So the streets can be tiny, with old homes and brick roadways.  Who once walked these paths? For what purpose? Were they running or walking?

Today a city littered in art.  Murals and Mosaics, glittering of glass on a main walk, down a tiny corner.  See your face in the wall as the mirror looks back at you--now transformed into a flower amidst pink and green.

I mean, Pennsylvania will go to Obama.

I know this of this city.  I ran its streets with a big dog and a baby in a jogger--all of us strapped to John Kerry signs in '04.  That was a different choice, but just as obvious.  

I drove half-way cross that state with that same baby --took 3 hours both ways, and got real close to Kerry-and he was simply an alternative.  Real Big balloon didn't fit in the car, had to say bye-bye and cried the whole way home.

The city went dark when we lost in '04, a deep malaise.  I know, have a belief, a hope, a dream--this idea--

Philly will got to Barack

PA will go for Obama