Waiting to Hear
By Dyana Z. Furmansky
Special to the Lynn Sweet blog
The blackberry twinkled and Bruce Fleming, a hair dresser at El Salon in
Denver, instantly stopped folding a strip of foil around the hank of his
client's hair to check who was calling him. "Oh I bet it's the Obama campaign," he said breathlessly as he darted toward the phone. Fleming is one of the 60,000 Coloradans who made it into the online pool of credential seekers, a fancy word for those trying to get one of the 30,000 free seats out of the 80,000 or so at Invesco Field.
Invesco Field is where the Broncos play football when they're in
town, but on Aug. 28 it's the venue where Barack Obama will give his
presidential acceptance speech. The two of us, along with 29,998 others, are
waiting for that historic text message or email from the Obama people to find out if we got in.
Fleming looked dashed when he returned to his dual-processing color treatment. "It was somebody trying to sell me some chocolate," he said. It was great chocolate but he wasn't in the mood to buy any. No doubt he'd get used to the disappointing litany of twinkles.
The message might not come until August 12. Fleming insisted he just had to get in. "I get such an incredible feeling of hope when I watch Obama speaking on television," he said. "I can't imagine what it wouild feel like seeing him live with more than 70,000 other people.
"It would make me so proud to be an American. We can finally lift our heads up in the world." I guess we're all doing the usual things while we wait. One of my friends is still going to Rwanda for his job but plans to be back the day of Obama's speech, so he could make it to Invesco Field no matter how jet-lagged he is."
I don't think about it much. I stay busy with my writing, and watching
Denver's gradual makeover for Democratic party time.
Convention banners are unfurling along Speer Boulevard. I hear there will be less signage and bunting at the 2008 Convention than there was at the one Denver hosted in 1908. We're all so much more conscious of the paper waste these days.
And the fuel: One of the questions on the Obama credential application asked how the applicant planned to get to Invesco. I got the sense that people who said they would drive to the football stadium might be at a disadvantage. Luckily I live close enough to walk or ride my bike along the Cherry Creek Bike trail.
Forget taking the bus or light rail. Hm. I wonder how Fleming plans to get there.
Next: Getting the Word