Albuquerque, NM

This could be a long story, so let me find some music to go along with this.

How does this video relate to today’s topic? Well let’s start at the beginning. Late Friday night I receive a call giving me a blog topic: Hillary Clinton is coming to Espanola NM. SO I try a little to find some interst, and a ride. Work Saturday. No email or phone replies. SUnday I get up begining to plan a day, and keep thinking about the event. So I call a friend and say want to rent a car to go to Espanola? She says, “Sure!” So with some difficulty finding a car ro rent we end up going to the airport to get the car and we wonder why all the police cars: dah it was Hillary’s escort from the airport!

We head north and are making good time and run into rain. It has stopped by the time we arrive at Northern New Mexico University. The parking lot is very full. The walk extraordinarily far for two people with noticeable joint issues. I have Pat stop at the first guy and I ask, since we both need canes, if there is a way to park closer and he smiles and gives directions. As we get to the building, I hear that there are no more seats —and then someone tells a person in a wheel chair that there are a few seats near the front. A gentleman looks at us and asks if we need seat, and I say yes, and he says follow her! So we are escorted to the front of the auditorium and seated. We had a great view. We were honored and cared for. This is Northern New Mexico hospitality. People were friendly, welcoming, and helpful. The house was packed, speakers had just begun to talk, and we were blessed with seats.

There was joy and excitement in the air, and all the democratic politicos. Well not all but many. Each introduced the next guy, praised Hillary, and said hello to local politicians famous. This si how we do it here one said. It is important to support the players who are running. The Governor, THe Senator, the Senator running, the new wanna be rep….you get the picture. Our Lt Govenor was a great moderator and crowd speller. She wove a weave that enchanted everyone.

Finally Hillary appeared. The lady behind me kept bellowing to her friend, “I came here to hear Hillary,” there’s one in every crowd. Cameras, Cell phones, and video cameras were active. For awhile, I thought several Old ladies thought they were at a concert as they remained standing when Hillary came on stage. Finally, they decided to sit down.

Hillary wore the same baby blue outfit, taylored, fiitting nicely, but reflecting like a half straight jacket. She needs a few fashion clues. She spoke energetically about community, about us working together to get the vote out, and then reviewing the principles shared by her and Obama. It was a great speech forus Hillary fans to transfer our support to the Great Obama. Afterall 18 million voters have supported her and still do. The time flew by. We were looking for a quick exit when we were informed by the Secret Service, that that exit was closed. Pat loved the attention a young agent gave her as we tried to return away from Hillary when most people were trying to greet her.

She was fantastic and inspirational. She shares an electrifying energy and connects well with her audience. She would scan the group making certain to discuss issue pertinent to them. She’s relaxed and know New Mexican style. Her art is masterful.

The violins convey the classical depth of conversation and experience. They also reveal my mother’s attitude of pretending to play when my father said the same old saaaaaame old…. did your Mom do that too? I heard this all before. These violins on the video demonstrate people coming together, at a grassroot level with life zest and interactive celebration! Ah we are all here having so many dynamic feelings and journeys to share. Hey vote for that young guy, wanna be Representative too: he’s now part of the team. We can all win in NM. Join the neighborhood group and work hard! All of us.

The rain, thunder, and lightening were pouring and flashing as we walked back to the car parked under the old and huge Cottonwood tree. I couldn’t keep up with Pat who discovered she could scuury faster with the cane. Not I. I did not mind the rain, only those who nearly pushed me into a ravine because I was a slow mover.

The rain became so severe that I insisted we pull off at a Casino, the first one we stopped at was overcrowded with a long line of cars, so i went back on the highway. Pat thought I was fooling until she realized we were at near flash flood conditions. We had a lovely dinner. I played briefly and lost.

The sun came back out and I drove through Tesquque where the roads were covered with dirt and rocks. We ventured up the mountain, up Artist Rd, past tenthousand waves and Hyde Park. Up higher into the Santa Fe National Park. A grand late afternoon carnival of colors and tones. Glistening with the freshness of the rain. We saw six or more lovely tall deer crossing the road and climbing up another summit. A rare treat on this road. We listened to the stream, enjoyed a lavender sunset that spanned from Albuqueruqe to north of Espanola. From clouds to mountains to the valley and plains below. As we drove to the Airport to retrieve my car, we suddenly enjoyed the full moon over western skyscape. Indigo darkening blue sky. All this because of Hillary. A grand and memorable day.