The Cross House
I love politics.
Indeed, it could be argued that I am a bit obsessed with politics.
My friends will all read the above and think: A bit?
Well, I had this nutty idea (I do not suffer from a lack of nutty ideas) that it would be cool to have Debate Nights at the Cross House for the next year, with a small group watching the Republican and Democrat televised debates. I love the idea of the long-empty house coming to life for these brief moments, and love the idea that a house built in 1894 would be witness to:
2) A potential presidential candidate who is a she rather than he.
3) A potential presidential candidate who is a person of color.
This was all inconceivable in 1894.
First though, I had to get cable TV installed. Then I had to purchase a huge flat-screen TV.
But, at the last minute, I realized that the debate scheduled for Saturday, November 14, would not be on cable, but would be internet-streamed, and this meant a mad rush to order a whole other service.
Geez. The modern age is SO complicated.
But, thanks to Brandon, all was made good. Thank God for Brandon.
On Saturday night, I turned the heat on, turned on some artfully-placed lights, lighted some candles, and greeted a small group to watch the debate.
During the next two hours, I occasionally looked around and marveled at the Cross House coming alive for this brief moment, and this made me happy.
Historic preservation. Politics. Friends.
A delightful combo, IMO.
Oh, and I managed to get a snapshot of the evening: