It is always a beautiful daywhen she is seventeen

It was a beautiful day.

For months a group of a couple dozen Barack Obama supporters had been gearing up to throw a rally in downtown Manhattan, New York, to raise funds and awareness for the campaign. Today was the big day, and we pulled it off without a hitch. The weather was beautiful, the speakers were beautiful, the live music was beautiful, the crowd was beautiful and we were gorgeous. My special thanks to Jeffrey, Howard, Raj, and all who made it possible for me to help out.

The following photos were taken at the rally; yours truly can be seen in the last shot. I'm going to upload some video as soon as I figure out why Google Video doesn't like what my camera spits out (or somebody can tell me how to get around the 100MB/file limit on YouTube).

Lyrics are credited below.

	She has no fear of failure, she's not bent with broken dreams. For the future's just beginning when you're always seventeen
It was nineteen sixty-one when we went to Washington; she put her arms around me and said, "Camelot's begun." We listened to his visions of how our land should be; we gave him our hearts and minds to send across the sea. Nineteen sixty-three, white and black upon the land; she brought me to the monuments and made us all join hands. And scarcely six months later she held me through the night when we heard what had happened in that brutal Dallas light.
	Oh, she is always seventeen; she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow. There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow; she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow. Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
It was nineteen sixty-five and we were marching once more from the burning cities against a crazy war. Memphis, L.A. and Chicago we bled through sixty-eight till she took me up to Woodstock saying with love it's not too late.
	We started out the seventies living off the land; she was sowing seeds in Denver trying to make me understand that mankind is woman and woman is man, and until we free each other we cannot free the land.
Oh, she is always seventeen; she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow. There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow;
	she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow. Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
Nineteen seventy-two, I'm at the end of my rope, but she was picketing the White House chanting, "The truth's the only hope." In nineteen seventy-five when the crooked king was gone she was feeding starving children saying the dream must go on.
She is always seventeen; she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow. There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow. Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
	(New York state senator Bill Perkins was kind enough to come to speak to our crowd and to underscore his endorsement of Barack Obama)
sign up! Unfortunately Harry Chapin died in 1981 so we don't know how he would continue the song; I welcome suggestions from those who can rhyme 'n' scan. You may download an mp3 of the song here. Mr. Chapin's estate is entirely welcome to sue me; I'm sure that's what Harry would have wanted.