Like the swells that we are, David and I hobnobbed with Michelle Obama and Donald Trump this weekend.
On Saturday morning, we went to the dedication and ribbon cutting at the Michelle Obama Neighborhood Library on Atlantic Avenue in North Long Beach. The First Lady wasn’t there, but even without her presence the community turned out in force, all dressed up for the occasion.
The site of the new library was once a movie theater, built in 1941. The building has been completely refurbished, but the original spire that glowed atop the theater to lure the crowds was preserved.
The throngs who turned out for the opening, cheered enthusiastically and streamed into the new facility outnumbered the few haters in the community who opposed naming the library after Mrs. Obama, an effort spearheaded by Jordan High School students who successfully petitioned the Long Beach City Council to vote unanimously in favor of the name. Hundreds of people filled out applications for library cards, which was great to see.
The space will be a vital place to gather, read, and learn. Or perhaps even worship.
As for the other party, we picked up our piñata from Fiesta Piñatas on Friday. We ordered it quite some time ago, but heard nothing. When David called to inquire, he learned that there had been an accident. The first one’s head was damaged in transport, so they were making another one for us.
Because we didn’t know quite what we were getting when we ordered this, sight unseen, both of us laughed when we saw it. It doesn’t bear quite the resemblance we expected. Maybe the (yet undamaged) head isn’t yuuuuuge enough?