So we marched with our fellow Tucsonans to Armory Park, to the beat of tribal drums (on the march) and Mexican pop music (in the park). There was an energy to this march that was just fabulous–peaceful, determined, energized. This is no small movement here. Surrounded by that energy, I was just … really happy to live here, you know?
“¡Obama, escucha — estamos en la lucha!”
Later, we headed out to the Tucson Folk Festival and a different (yet not entirely different) sort of energy, and we rocked out with more Tucsonans to Brazilian dance music, klezmer, bluegrass, and some of our favorite local singer-songwriters.
“Sometimes I think I choose this place / Sometimes I think that this place chooses me.” (“Goodnight Arizona,” Namoli Brennet)
Our corner of the desert has it’s problems, no doubt–the whole world knows that right now. But as I walked through it today what I kept thinking was: I love this town so much.