can you make it to the anti-bush rally, she asked.
i couldn't.
but i did wait on the road, along with a bunch of harried ap policemen, a few from every possible medium, a few curious onlookers, a few dis-gruntled cab drivers and a few tech guys.

for what, you ask?
Oh, nothing, we were just waiting for him to leave so that we could go about our way. at least all of them did. me and my colleagues were a different ball game. we had to go meet the lucky chaps who had a one-to-one with the dubya man.

so, here i was, listening to this young woman who was the cynosure of all the media present there (no, not because of her designer suit or mother-of-pearls or accent or streaked hair, silly!). she was the one to meet the man himself. the one Ms.roy so fondly called a man of less intellect. yep, our man.

"he is so down to earth!"
"Ahem, what did he do to make you think that, miss?"
(I almost hugged him)
"well, you know...pause (no, we don't knwo)....ummm....
as he entered the room, he just rolled up his sleaves and said, lets talk!"
Man, am I bowled over or what?!
but my wonderful colleague strikes again-after the byte was canned,
he quipped, "maybe she was speaking figuratively, he certainly is down to earth"