GOP Convention 2008, Minneapolis, MN:
A 90 year old man has just flown through the air past my girlfriend, his tap clips taking flight behind him like like silver swallows leaving the scene of a crime.
Someone once said that Dixie Jazz is the only jazz you can't dance to. Tell that to the 90 year old guy here soft-shoeing into my heart and careening into the vendor booth next to ours.
On the first day a Dixie Jazz band played here and there. They were usually off in the distance. "Land of Dixie" wafted over the empty aisles. The sound of it kept us company. What else would?
As the day wore on the Dixie band following some indecipherable navigational algorithm and came close by. A man in their group took up dancing to one tune and lost his balance and went flying into a booth.
I didn't see him fall. But he emerged a bit worse for wear to the weary relief of the audience. He hasn't been been with the band since that day. Maybe that old tapper tapped his last.
Gustav was a no-show. McCain is back in town. They're practically begging for people to attend this event.
Gov. Palin may have had the fastest rise and fall of any politician in modern history. In three days her 17 yr. old unwed daughter got pregnant TWICE, the Gov got caught forcing a state trooper to loose his job because he divorced her sister, and she got caught lying about her own pregnancy. I'd hate to be McCain right now.
Eveyone here it seems has a Southern accent. It strikes me that without the South, the Republicans have nothing. And then it strikes me that neither McCain nor Palin live in Dixie.
Somewhere the band plays "Land of Dixie" a little more; but there's no dancing anymore.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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