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Happy days are here againThe skies above are clear againSo let’s sing a song of cheer againHappy days are here again—Milton Ager
As happy as the election was last night, I dreaded waking up. I was afraid it would all have been a dream, and we would be in the same place we were when I got up yesterday. I waited until the sun in my eyes became irrefutable.
Then I studiously avoided the news. I did look at Facebook, where the comments and status updates of my friends were somewhat reassuring.
I don’t think it really started sinking in that we had won until I was driving to work. NPR covered all the regular stuff, but I missed their election recap. When it was over, John Aielli’s show started. I usually avoid Eklektikos because I find Aielli pretentious and annoying. He has been known to play 15 versions of the same song in a row—even the same version of a song three or four times in succession—because he feels like it. Who cares what anyone else thinks? He is something of a grumpy old man who has control of a radio station for a few hours every day.
This morning he started out with Streisand singing “Happy Days Are Here Again” followed by a string of celebratory orchestral music. I listed to the full five minutes I got to hear without even being tempted to hit the button. That is something of a record.
At work, most people are happy and relieved. I hope we can put the financial and cultural devastation of the last eight years behind us quickly.