Hipster Union

“We the people, in order to form a more perfect union.”

Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched America’s improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars; statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny and persecution finally made real their declaration of independence at a Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.

The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished. It was stained by this nation’s original sin of slavery, a question that divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least twenty more years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.

So this is what it has come down to - bunking down in a 2-star “hotel” 3 blocks from the project to maximize my hours.  I should be dozing off on my couch with Girlie playing Scrabulous.  Instead, I’m in the Sh*ttiest Place On Earth, crashing in Newark so I can try to max out my OT.  I miss Alaina.