There were enough hyperlinks from correspondence and listservs to keep me on the periphery of the stressful world I had vowed to put aside for a week.
Tagged: Keith Olbermann
My phone kept ringing with calls asking me if I had heard the news. It felt similar to Elvis, but nothing like the shock of John Lennon’s assassination. I checked Twitter, to see if I were the only person wondering where all the other news stories had gone.
Attending events around New York City, I have consistently been hearing two points of view. The first is, “Thank God he got elected. Let’s give the man a chance.” The second is, “We’re going to have to hold his feet to the fire.”