I am watching the immigrants rally outside my office window. Listening to Devotchka. No matter how cynical I can be, this is a wonderful country.

*I don’t know if I’m going to make my bus though.

*Now they’re chanting U-S-A and I’m trying not to cry.

I need to leave to catch my bus, but I’m afraid if I go down to the street I’ll just sob like a baby.