Just too cool

As of this moment, if you go to the New York Times election photo project, our picture is on the first page. Yes, go click on it. You will have to scroll down a bit, we are like picture 7.

If we fall off that page, you can always do a search on International submissions.

I was the first to submit a picture from abroad, so we might always be first in the list, but I am not sure.

Well, my readers, you saw the picture first. Now it is in the NYT. How about that.

Also, I am sorry about all the typos I make. I see I made another one in my submission to the NYT. Oh, well, in these fast moving times, in these times of hope and change, there are bound to be a few typos. These are times when little mistakes are made, but the broader outline is straight and true. Go America, embrace your better nature. Reach out a helping hand. To help the poor and middle class are not acts to slur and ridicule, but are at the very heart of our great country.

I am as corny as Kansas in August, so I leave you with this:

Another poem, this one from Emma Lazarus

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

From Statue of Liberty