I was ready to write about chicken soup today, but it seems so trivial in light of the historic event of last night.  As I listen to the cheers and honking in my neighborhood at an hour in which I should be asleep, I almost can’t believe that this is happening.  This sort of enthusiasm is usually reserved for World Series and Super Bowls, not presidents.   The celebratory crowds (and cop cars) up and down my street reminds me more of New Years’ Eve than election night.  I hug my neighbors, I hug my doorman, I am optimistic for the first time in eight years.


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