I checked the time on my cell phone as I exited the subway, cursing the G train for having taken so long, and NYU for making us attend class rather than stay home glued to MSNBC.
I reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the sidewalk. A few muffled shouts echoed down the street, but that's not unusual for Brooklyn.
It was as I turned the corner onto my block that the car horns started. Blaring down the street with a rhythm saying something other than the usual "Hey you! Get out of my way!" More cheers filtered into the general cacophony and I quickened my pace toward home.
It was like a ripple effect. One by one, apartments on my block erupted into raucous cheers. Through the windows, shadows bounced as people jumped and danced in celebration.
And I knew.
As a smile broke across my face and my stoop came into view, a voice from a neighboring window echoed the thought that was circling through my head.
"It's just like World War II ending!"
Tonight Brooklyn, and America, celebrates.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Posted by the frog princess at 11:35 PM