Tonight, I, along with nearly every other American with a television, am glued to the set — bearing witness to arguably one of this country’s most historic elections. As I write this, CNN has just predicted Obama to be our next president.
Tonight I am full of hope.
As part of my job, once a month (for nine months) I spend the day in a “leadership program.” Yesterday, the theme of the September session was “History Day.” Which meant we spent the day learning the history of our town. Way cool.
We took a walking tour of downtown and learned the history of the buildings. When I pointed out a former turn-of-the-century brewery that served as my college apartment and told the tour guide (apart from the group) it was most definitely haunted, she was so clearly not impressed. I’ll save the ghost story for another post.
We went to two museums and learned about pioneer life from a HIGHLY enthusiastic lady in period attire. Holy crap. There’s a reason people are never smiling in old photographs. Life was HARD. Just LIVING was a job.
We visited a famous turn-of-the-century mansion that, until just a few years ago served as a fraternity house. It’s safe to say I could’ve sat this one out. I toured it plenty in the late ’80s.
And best of all …
We went on a cemetery tour given by a quirky little man in a bow tie and top hat. He had just identified the headstone of an infamous madam when I happened to looked down.
What?!? Can I help it if the blog gods dropped this at my feet?
Oh yeah. THIS was directly behind these two.
It’s Swingtown. For dead people.
Got a good one for you this weekend, Doogs. This one has a lot of potential.
Here’s your question:
What historical event would you like to have been a part of? Why?
I’m kind of a history dork, so hopefully I’m not the only one who likes this question. Think on it for a bit. Can’t wait to read your answers!