139 New Mexicans put their hands on the tiller of their little boats.
From 4:30 wake up to midnight pillow drooling this has been one of the best days of my life. I poll watched in a small (577 or so registered voters) Albuquerque precinct that went over 60% for President Elect Obama-much like the rest of the Enchanted State. Were were quite enchanted with Obama and rolled up New Mexico like new Blue window shade of that particularly New Mexican sky-blue turquoise.
I spent the time passing out election cookies to the poll workers, making sure everyone got to vote and making friends with even the loyal opposition. There were no significant problems and no challenges of voters so I also idly speculated on which voters might be voting for which candidates. It was impossible except for the guy wearing the "Death to Terrorists" T-shirt. They were just regular people, my neighbors. There was just a simple decision to come out and vote on our complicated existence with a multitude of minor positions and referendum issues attached to the most critical political shift of my life. There was little tension, no gloating in the aftermath, only a sense of completion at the end of the night.
It was only on my way to the celebration that it dawned on me, that
-We are getting another chance
-We are getting our Constitution back
-We are getting our country back.
We are redeemed and I am going to bed so that tommorrow I can go up and see that beautiful sunrise from Sandia Crest with that special bottle of champagne as the wild winds of change rip over the summit to inspire me to really get to work.