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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.
The financial crisis did not go away. Nor did layoffs due to projected poor sales. So, happy days are NOT here for me. Worried days remain.
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